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THE 



POETICAL 

WORKS 



OF 



JAMES MACPHERSON, Es^. 



WITH THE 



LIFE OF THE AUTHOR. 






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THE 



POETICAL WORKS 



OF 



The Hon. ANDREW ERSKINE, 



THE LITE OF THE AU7H0R, 



THE 

LIFE 

OF 

JAMES MACPHERSON, ES%. 



J Ames Macpherson was one of thofe fortunate 
individuals whom the vigour of mental exertion 
raifed from an obfeure to a fplendid ftaticn in life. 

He was born in the parifh of Kingufie, and coun- 
ty of Invernefs, towards the clofe of the year 1738. 
His father was a farmer of no great affluence : and 
young Macpherfon received the firft ra : .aits of 
education at a parochial fchool in the diftrift of Ba- 
denoch. He was afterwards fent to the grammar- 
fchool of Invernefs, where his genius became fo con- 
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2 LIFE OF MACPHER30N. 

fpicuous, that his relations, contrary to their origi- 
nal intention, determined to breed him to one of the 
learned profeffions. In purfuance of this plan, he 
was entered as a ftudent of King's College, Aber- 
deen, in 1752. Here he is faid to have difplayed 
more genius than learning, and to have diverted the 
junior fcholars from their ftudies by his humorous 
and doggrel rhymes. About two years after his ad- 
miffion into the Univerfity, it was ena&ed, that the 
annual feflion of the College to which he belonged 
fhould be protra£led for the fpace of two months 
longer than had formerly been cuftomary. This cir- 
cumftance induced Macpherfon, as well as many 
others, to remove to the Marifchal College, where 
the fame innovation had not taken place. To this 
ftep he was undoubtedly impelled by powerful ne- 
.ceflity. 

His firft publication was the Highlander, a poem 
in fix cantos, which made its appearance at Edin- 
burgh in the year 1758. Mr Laing has obferved, 
that " when the Highlander is examined, its plot ex- 
hibits the very outlines of Fingal. Swein, King of 
Norway, invading Scotland with a large fleet and a 



LIFE OF MACPHER30K. 3 

numerous army, is oppofed by Indulph, its feventy- 
fifth king. Alpin, a young chieftain from JL^ch- 
aber, joins the Scottifh army ; explores the Norwe- 
gian camp by night ^ engages in Eiigle combat, and 
exchanges fhields with Haco ; and the battle is de- 
cided next day by his prowefs and addrcfs : the Nor- 
wegian fleet is burnt, and the invading army de- 
il roved. Haco, overpowered with his band, on re- 
treating to a wood, is generoufly permitted to depart 
by Alpin, whom Indulph difcovers to be his ne- 
phew, the fon of Malcolm I. preferved in his in- 
fancy from his father's murderers > and en his mar- 
riage with Culena, the king's daughter, Di<ffus> by 
the accidental death of his uncle, fucceeds to the 
throne. It is obvious that Swein is converted into 
Swaran in Fingal •, with this difference only in the 
plot, that the fcene of invafion is transferred from 
Scotland to Ireland, and the time from the tenth to 
the third century *." 

About this time, Macpherfon alfo wrote an 
« Ode on the Arrival of the Earl Marifchal in Scot- 

* r ic 'o Diflertation on O Jian. 
A2 



4 LIFE OF MACFHDRSON. 

land/' which he calls an attempt in the manner of 
Pindar. Thefe poems were probably compofed 
when he was fchoolmafter at Ruthven in Badenoch. 
Soon after their publication, he quitted his fchool, 
and was received by Mr Graham of Balgowan as 
domeftic tutor to his fons % an employment of which 
lie was not fond, and to which he was not long con- 
demned. 

Having had occafion to accompany his pupils to 
Moffat, he found means to be introduced to Mr 
Home, who was then refiding for a fhort time in 
that town. To this gentleman he communicated 
feveral poetical fragments, which he affirmed were 
translated from Gaelic originals, Mr Home admi- 
jed thefe fpecimens, and extolled them to his lite- 
rary friends. A general curiofity being at length* 
excited, Macpherfon prepared a fmall volume, en- 
titled, " Fragments of Ancient Poetry, collected in 
the Highlands of Scotland, and tranflated from the 
Gaelic or Erfe Language," which was publifhed 
under the direction of Dr Blair. This was in 1760, 
when the tranflator, or rather author, was a ftudent 
of divinity in the Univerfity of Edinburgh, and oc* 



LIFE OF MACPHERSON. 5 

cafionally employed as a corredor to the prefs of 
the late Mr Balfour. 

As other fpecimens were faid to be recoverable, 
a fubfcription was fet on foot by the Faculty of Ad- 
vocates, to enable him to undertake a miffion into 
the Highlands, for the purpofe of fecuring fo 
precious a treafure. He readily embraced the offer, 
and foon after produced the compofitions concerning 
whofe gwminenefi fo much controverfy has arifen.° 

In 1 762 he went to London, and published « Fin. 
gal, an Ancient Epic Poem, in fix books, together 
with feveral other poems, compofed by Oman the 
fon of Fingal, tranflated from the Gaelic language/' 
The favourable reception of this volume muft have 
exceeded his moft fanguine expectations. In the 
courfe of the following year, he produced « Te- 
mora, an Ancient Epic Poem, in eight books, to- 
gether with feveral other poems compofed by Oman, 
fon of Fingal." This collection, though well-recei- 
ved, found the public fomewhat lefs difpofed to be- 
llow the fame meafure of applaufe. Though the 
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6 LIfE OF MACPHERSON. 

poems had been examined, and their genuinenefa 
afferted, by Dr Blair, yet there were others of equal 
reputation for critical abilities, who regarded them 
as fpurious productions. 

After the publication of thefe tv/o works, by 
which there is reafon to believe that he gained about 
twelve hundred pounds, Macpherfon was called to 
an employment which withdrew him for fome time 
from the Mufes, and from his native country. In 
1764 Governor Johnftone was appointed Chief of 
Penfacola ; and the translator of Oflian accompa- 
nied him in the capacity of fecretary. It is reports 
ed, that fome difference arofe between the principal 
and his dependent, and that their connection was 
diffolved before they returned to Britain. Having 
contributed his aid to the fettlement of the civil go- 
vernment of the colony, he vifited feveral of the 
Weft-India iflands, and fome of the provinces of 
North-America, and arrived in his native country 
in 1766. 

Hh foon refumed his ftudies, and in 1771 pro- 
duced " An Introduction to the Hiftory of Great 



LIFE OF MACFHERSON. 7 

Britain and Ireland." Of this work no very favour- 
able chara&er has been given by a late writer *. 

His next performance neither advanced his repu- 
tation nor his fortune. In i77jhe publifhed a profe 
tranflation of " The Iliad of Homer," which was 
condemned by the critics, ridiculed by the wits, and 
neglected by the public at large. Some of his friends, 
and particularly Sir John Elliot, endeavoured to re- 
fcue it from contempt, and force it into notice. 
Their fuccefs however was not equal to their exer- 
tion. 

The publication of Dr Johnfon's " Journey to the 
Weftern Iflands" tended to increafe his literary mor- 
tifications. The author of this excellent performance 
declared, that after an accurate inquiry he was convin- 
ced, that the poems exhibited as tranflations from Of- 
fian never exifted in any other form than that which 
we have feen. " The editor or author (fays he) never 
could fliew the original j nor can it be fhewn by 
any other. To revenge reafonable incredulity by 

* Pinkerton's Enquiry, vol, i. p. lxiv. 



8 LIFE OF MACPHERSON. 

refufing evidence, is a degree of infolence with 
which the world is not yet acquainted \ and ftub- 
born audacity is the laft refuge of guilt. It would 
be eafy to fhew it, if he had it \ but whence could 
it be had ? It is too long to be remembered, and 
the language had formerly nothing written. He has 
doubtlefs inferted names that circulate in popular 
{lories, and may have tranflated fome wandering 
ballads, if any can be found \ and the names, and 
fome of the images, being recollefted, make an in- 
accurate auditor imagine, that he has formerly heard 
the whole. 

« I HAV£ yet fuppofed no impoiture but in the 
publifher •, yet I am far from certainty, that fome 
tranflations have not been lately made, that may 
now be obtruded as parts of the original work." 

This charge of impofture fo highly incenfed 
Macpherfon,*that he was- prompted by his evil -ge- 
nius to fend a menacing letter to his illuftrious an- 
tagonift, which produced a brief, but fevere and 
Carcaftic reply. 



LIFE OF MACPHERSON. 9 

Whether his warmth abated, or whether fome 
of his friends had convinced him of his temerity, 
I know not : but he did not afterwards attempt to 
renew the altercation. It is however fuppofed that 
the fpirit of revenge induced him to infert fome 
abufive pafiages in Mr MacnicoFs " Remarks on 
Johnfon's Journey." 

His " Hiftory of Great Britain, from the Refto- 
ration to the Acceffion of the Houfe of Hanover," 
was publifiied in the year 1775. The author ap- 
pears to have been influenced by fome prejudices 
in favour of the Tory party : but the work is per- 
haps intitled to a higher degree of praife than it has 
hitherto obtained. In this performance he certainly 
a£ted with fairnefs •, as along with it he publifhed 
the proofs upon which his fa£ts were founded, un- 
der the title of " Original Papers, containing the 
Secret Hiftory of Great Britain, from the Reftoration 
to the Acccflion of the Houfe of Hanover : to which 
are prefixed Extracts from the Life James II. as 
written by himfelf." Thefe papers, which were 
chiefly collected by Sir Carte, cannot all be received 
as of equal authority. They however tend tc clear up 



10 LIFE OF MACPHERSONV 

many obfcurities, and to exhibit many diftinguifhed: 
characters in a point of view different from that in 
which they have u finally been contemplated, 

Macpherson's talents and induftry enabled him 
to avail himfelf of every inviting circumftance : and 
the tide of fortune now began to flow very rapidly 
in his favour. The refiftance of the colonies re- 
quired the aid of a ready writer to combat the argu- 
ments of the Americans, and to enforce the reafons 
which influenced the conduct of adminiftration. Fie 
was felecSled for the performance of this talk. 
Among other political pamphlets, he publifhed " The 
Rights of Great Britain averted againft the Claims 
of the Colonies ; being an i^nfwer to the Declaration 
of the American Congrefs," 8vo, 1776, and " AShort 
Hiftory of Oppofition during the Laft Seflion of Par- 
liament," 8vo, 1779. Such is the merit of the latter 
of thefe performances, that upon its firfl appearance 
it was by many afcribed to Mr Gibbon. 

About this time a more lucrative employment 
than that of v/riting pamphlets was conferred upon 
him. He was appointed Agent to the Nabob of 



LTFE OF MAC^HERSOK. II 

Arcot ; and, in that capacity, exerted his talents in 
feveral appeals to the public in behalf of his client. 
Among other works, he publifhed " Letters from 
Mahomed AH Chan, Nabob of Arcot, to the Court 
of Dire&ors," 4to, 1777. He was fuppofed to be 
the author of « The Hiftory and Management of 
the Eaft-India Cpmpany, from its Origin in 1600 
to the Prefent Times : vol i. containing the Affairs 
of the Carnatic ; in which the Rights of the Nabob 
are explained, and the Injuftice of the Company 
proved," 4to, 1779. 

In his capacity of Agent to this prince, it was 
probably thought requifite, that he ihould enjoy a 
feat in the Britifh Parliament. In the year 1780 he 
was accordingly elefted member for Camelford : 
but it does not appear that ever he attempted to 
fpeak in the Houfe. He was rechofen in 1784, 
and in 1790. 

Towards the clofe of his life he purchafed an 
cftate in his native parifh, and changing its name 
from Retz to Belville, adorned it with a large and 
elegant manfion. His health having begun to de- 



12 LIFE OF MACPHERSON. 

dine, he retired to this romantic fpot, in the hope of 
deriving benefit from a change of air. Thia hope 
was however delufive. After lingering for fomc 
time, he died on the 1 7th of February, 1 796, in the 
fifty-eighth year of his age. 

By his will, dated June 1793, ^ e diftributed va- 
rious annuities and legacies to a great amount. He 
bequeathed the fum of one thoufand pounds, for 
the purpofe of defraying the expence of publifliing 
Offian in Englifli, Erfe, and Latin. He directed 
that three hundred pounds (hould be appropriated for 
the ere£Hon of a monument to his own memory, in 
fome confpicuous fituation at Belville ; and that his 
remains fhould be conveyed from Scotland, and in- 
terred in the Poet's Corner of Weftminfter Church* 



THE 



HIGHLANDER: 



POEM. 



THE 

HIGHLANDER 
A POEM- 



CANTO I. 

THE youth I fing, who, to himfelf unknown, 
Loft to the world and CaledOxMia's throne, 
Sprung o'er his mountains to the arms of Fame, 
And, wing'd by Fate, his fire's avenger, came •, 
That knowledge learn'd, fo long deny'd by Fate, 
And found that blood, as merit, made him great, 

The aged chieftain on the bier is laid, 
And grac'd with all the honours of the dead : 
The youthful warriors, as the corpfe they bear, 
Drcop the fad head, and fhed the gen'rous tear. 
B 2 



l6 THE HIGHLANDER. 

For Abria'si more, Tay's winding banks they leave* 
And bring the hero to his father's grave. 

His filial tears the godlike Alpin flieds, 
And tow'rds the foe his gallant warriors leads. 
The chief along his fi.lent journey wound, 
And fix'd his rainy eyes upon the ground \ 
Behind advanc'd his followers fad and flow, 
In all., the dark folemnity of w*oe, 
Meantime fierce Scandinavian hoftile pow'r 
Its fquadrons fpread along the murm'ring more \ 
Prepar'd, at once, the city to invade, 
And conquer Caledonia in her head. 
His camp, for night, the royal Sueno forms, 
Refolv'd with morn to ufe his Banifh arms. 

Now in the ocean funk the flaming day, 
And ftreak'd the ruddy weft with fetting ray ; 
Around great Indulph, in the fenate fat 
The noble Chiefs of Caledonia's ftate. 
In mental fcales they either forces weigh, 
And a£t, before, the labours of the day \ 
Arrange in thought their Caledonia's might, 
And bend their little army to the fight. 

Thus they confult. Brave Alpjn's martial gait 
Approach'd the portal? of the dome of ftate, 



THE HIGHLANDER. 3 7 

Refolv'd to offer to his king and lord, 
The gen'rous fervice of his truRy fword- 

Th'unufual fight the gallant chief admires, 
The bending arches and the lofty fpires. 
On either fide the gate, in order (land 
The ancient kings of Caledonia's land. 
The maible lives \ they breathe within the {tone,. 
And Rill, as once, the royal warriors frown. 

The Ferguses are feen above the gate ; 
This firft created, that reftord, the Rate. 
Iii warlike pomp the awful forms appear, 
And, bending, threaten from the Rone the fpear \ 
AVhile to their fide young Albion feems to rife, 
And on her fathers turns her fmiling eyes. 

And next appears Grlgorius' awful name 9 
Hibernia's conqueror for a gen'rous fame. 
Incas'd in arms, the royal hero Rands, 
And gives his captive all his conquer'd lands, 
The filial heart of haplefs Alpin's fon. 
In marble melts, and beats within the Rone^ 
Revenge Rill fparkles in the hero's eye : 
Around, the Picts, a namelefs (laughter, lye. 

The youthful warrior thus reviews, with joy. 
The godlike feries of his anceRry. 

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lS THE HIGHLANDER. 

The godlike forms the drooping hero chefcr* 
And keen ambition half believes the feer : 
Eager he moots into the fpacious gate -> 
His eye commands ;— without his followers wair. 

No frowning fpear-man guards the awful door I 
No bcrrow'd terror arms the hand of pow'r : 
No cringing bands of fyeophants appear, 
To fend falfe echoes to the monarch's ear : 
Merit's foft voice, opprefiion's mournful groan, 
Advanc'd, unftified, to th' attentive throne. 

The hero, entering, took his folemn ftand 
Among the gallant warriors of the land. 
His manly port the ftaring chiefs admire, 
And half-heard whifpers blow the foldier's fire. 
A while his form engaged the monarch's eyes : 
At length he rais'd the mufic of his voice : 

" Whence is the youth ? I fee fierce Denmark 
warms 
Each gen'rous bread, and fires 'em into arms. 
A face once known is in that youth expreft, 
And mends a dying image in my breaft." 

He faid : and thus the youth : " 'Midft rocks 
afar, 
I heard of Denmark, and of Sueno's war. 



THE HIGHLANDER. , 19 

My country's fafety in my bofom rofe ; 

For Caledonia's fons mould meet her foes. 

We ought not meanly wait the ftorm at home, 

But rum afar, and break it ere it come. 

Few are my foll'wers, but thefe few are true ; 

We come to ferve our country, fame, and you i" 

He faid : the king retorts : " Thy form, thy 
mind, 
Declare the fcion of a gen'rous kind. 
With Scotia's foes maintain the ftern debate, 
And fpring from valour to the arms of date. 
Whoe'er would raife his houfe in Albion, fhould 
Lay the foundation in her en'rnies' blood." 

Then to the chiefs : " Supporters of my throne, 
Your fires brought oft the Roman Eagles down. 
Yourfelves, my lords, have caus'd the haughty 

Dane 
To curfe the land he try'd fo oft in vain. 
Norvegian firs oft brought them o'er the waves, 
For Albion's crown - y but Albion gave 'em graves, 
Be ftill the fame ; exert yourfelves like men, 
And of th' invaders waih our rocks again. 
Tho' few our numbers, thefe, in arms grown old, 
In Albion's and in Indulph's caufe are bold. 



W* THE HIGHLANDER. 

The brave man looks not, when the clarion founds* 
To hoftile numbers, but his country's wounds ; 
Bold to the laft, and dauntlefs he'll go on, 
At once his country's foldier, and her fon." 

The monarch thus his royal mind expreft, 
The patriot kindling in each gen'rous breaft. 
Each chieftain's mind with pleafure goes before, 
Already mingling with the battle's roar. 
In thought each hero fweeps the bloody plain, 
And deals, in fancy, death upon the Dane. 

Dunbar arofe, the brave remains of wars, 
Silver'd with years, o'er-run with honeft fears ; 
Great in the fenate,. in the field renown'd : 
The fenior flood ; attention hung around. 

He thus : " Fierce Denmark all the North com* 
mands, 
And belches numbers on our neighb'ring lands y 
England's fubdu'd, the Saxons are o'ercome, 
And meanly own a Danifh lord at home. 
Scarce now a blaft from Scandinavia roars,. 
But wafts a hoftile fquadron to our fhores. 
One fleet deftroy'd, another crowns the waves :t 
The fons feem anxious for their father's graves : 



THE HIGHLANDER. 21 

Thus war returns in an eternal round, 
Battles on battles prefs, and wound on wound. 
Our numbers thhm'd, our godlike warriors dead, 
Pale Caledonia hangs her fickly head. 
We mud be wile, be frugal of our (tore, 

Id art to arms, and caution to our pow'r. 
Beneatji the fable mantle of the night, 
Rufh on the foe, and, latent, urge the fight. 
Conduct witii ftw may foil this mighty pow'r, 
And Denmark fhun th' inhofpitable more." 

The fenior fpoke : a gen'ral voice approves ; 
To arm his kindred-bands each chief removes. 
Night from the eafl the drowfy world invades. 
And clothes the warriors in her dufky (hades. 
The vafTal-throng advance, a manly cloud, 
And with their fable ranks the chieftains fhroud. 
Each chief, now here, now there, in armour fhines, 
Waves thro' the ranks, and draws the lengthen'd 
lines. 

Thus, on a night when rattling tempefts war, 
Thro' broken clouds appears a blazing ftar ; 
Now veils its head, now rufhes on the fight, 
And ilioots a livid horror thro' the night. 



22 THE HIGHLANDER. 

The full-form'd columns, in the midnight-hour, 
Begin their filent journey tow'rds the fhore : 
Thro' ev'ry rank the chiefs inciting roam, 
And rouzing whifpers hifs along the gloom. 
A rifing hill, whofe night-invelop'd brow 
Hung o'er th' incamped fquadrons cf the foe, 
Shoots to the deep its ooze-immantled arm, 
And fledfaft ftruggles with the raging ftorm. 
Here ends the moving hoft its winding road, 
And here condenfes, like a fable cloud, 
Which long was gathering on the mountain's brow, 
Then broke in thunder on the vales below. 

Again the chiefs, in midnight-council met, 
Before the king maintain the calm debate : 
This waits the equal conteft of the day, 
That ru flies headlong to the nightly fray. 

At length young Aipin flood, and thus begun :, 
« Great king, fupporter of our ancient throne ! 

Brought up in mountains, and from councils far, 

I am a novice in the art cf war ; 
~Yet hear this thought.— Within the womb of night* 

Confirm the troops, and arm the youth for fight, 

While foftly-treading to yon camp I go, 

And mark the difpofition of the foe. 



THE HIGHLANDER. 2$ 

Or wakeful arm they for the difmal fight, 
Or, wrapt within the lethargy of night, 
Are left abandon'd to our Scottifh {word, 
By fleep's foft hand in fatal chains fecur'd. 
If Denmark fleeps in night's infolding arms, 
ExpecT: your fpy to point out latent ftorms ; 
But, they in arms, too long delay'd my fpeed, 
Then place the faithful fcout among the dead." 

A gen'ral voice th' exploring thought approves, 
And ev'ry wifli with youthful Ai.pin moves. 
The hero Aides along the gloom of night : 
The camp-fires fend afar their gleaming light. 
Athwart his fide the trufty fabre flies ; 
The various plaid hangs, plaited, down his thighs ; 
The crefted helm waves awful on his head ; 
His manly trunk the mail and corflet fhade : 
The pond'rous fpear fupports his dufky way - y 
The waving fleel reflects the ftellar ray. 

Arriv'd, the dauntlefs youth, folemnly flow, 
Obfervant mov'd along the filent foe. 
Some 'brac'd in arms the midnight vigil keep, 
Some o'er the livid camp-fires nod to fleep : 
The feeding courfer to the flake is bound, 
The proftrate horfeman ftretch'd along the ground : 



24 THE HIGHLANDER, 

Extended here the brawny footman lay, 

And doling wore the lazy night away : 

The watchman there, by fleep's foft hand o'er- 

powYd, 
Starts at the blaft, and half-unfheaths his (word. 
Th' exploring youth, thro' night's involving cloud. 
Circling the foe, their difpofition view'd. 
At length the hero's dufky journey ends, 
Where Haco feafted with his Danifti friends. 
Haco, by more than Sueno's blood was great, 
The promised monarch of the triple ftate. 
The Scandinavian camp the youth fecur'd 
With watchful troops, and not unfaithful fword. 

Two oaks, from earth by headlong tempefts torn, 
Supply the fire, and in the circle burn : 
Around with focial talk the feaft they {hare, 
And drown in bowls the Caledonian war. 
O'erpowr'd at length by {lumber's filken hand, 
They prefs the beach, and cow'r upon the ftrand. 

A gallant deed the mountain-youth defign'd, 
And nurs'd a growing aftion in his mind. 
Awful the chief advanc'd : his armour bright 
Reflects the fire, and fhines along the night. 



THE HIGHLANDER* 2$ 

Hov'ring he ftood above the fleeping band, 
And fhone, an awful column, o'er the ftrand. 

Thus, often to the midnight traveller, 
The ftalking figures of the dead appear : 
Silent the fpe&re tow'rs before the fight, 
And fhines, an awful image, thro' the night. 
At length the giant phantom hovers o'er 
Some grave unhallow'd, ftain'd with murder'd 
gore. 

Thus Alpin ftood : He exiles to the dead 
Six warrior-youths •, the trembling remnant fled ; 
Young Haco ftarts, unfheaths his finning fword, 
And views his friends in iron-chains fecur'd. 
He rufhes headlong on the daring foe ; 
The godlike Alpin renders blow for blow. 
Their clatt'ring fwords on either armour fell ; 
Fire flames round, as fteel contends with fteel. 
Young Alpin' s fword on Haco's helmet broke, 
And to the ground the ftagg'ring warrior took. 
Leaning on his broad fhield the hero bends'; 
Alpin aloft in air his fword fufpends : 
His arm up-rais'd, he downward bends his brow, 
But fcorn'd to take advantage of the foe, 

C 



26 THE HIGHLANDER. 

Young Haco from his hand the weapon threw* 
And from his flaming breaft thefe accents drew : 
w Braveft of men ! who cou'd thro' night come on, 
Who durft attack, and foil an hoft alone ! 
I fee the man high on the warrior plac'd, 
Both mend each other in your noble breaft. 
Accept, brave man, the friendfhip of a Dane, 
Who hates the Scot, but yet can love the man." 
He faid, while thus the Scot : " With joy I find 
The man fo pow'rful in an en'my's mind ; 
Your forces fled, amidft night's dark alarms, 
You both cou'd ftand, and ufe your gallant arms : 
Such valiant deeds thy dauntlefs foul confefs, 
That I the warrior, tho' the Dane, embrace." 
His brawny arms he round the hero flung •, 
As they embrace the clafhing corflets rung. 

The Dale refumes : " With the fun's rifing beam, 
We may, in fields of death, contend for fame ; 
Receive this fhield, that, midft to-morrow's ftorms, 
Haco may grateful fhun his well-known arms." 

He faid, and gave the gold-enarnePd round ; 
While, as he reach'd, the ftudded thongs refound* 
The amicable colloquy they end, 
And, each a foe, ciafp'd in his arms a friend* 



THE HIGHLANDER. 27 

This to the camp his dufky journey bends ; 
While that to Albion's chiefs the hill afcends. 

Th' exploring journey all with pleafure hear, 
And own the valiant fcout their noble care. 

DhTolv'd the council, the attack dcclin'd, 
Each with the gift of fleep indulg'd his mind ; 
And 'midit his kindred-bands fupiacly laid, 
Each foftly flumber'd on a mofiy bed. 

His mind to foft repofe young Alfin bends, 
And feeks the humble circle of his friends : 
Reclining on a rock the hero lies, 
And gradual flumbers (leal upon his eyes. 
Still to his mind the Danifh ca^ip arofe, 
Hung on his dreams, and hagg'd his calm repofe 
Once more he mix'd with Haco in the fight, 
And urg'd, impending, on the Danifh flight. 



END OF CANTO FIRST. 



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HIGH L A N D E R 



A POE M. 



CANTO H. 

HEav'n's op'ning portals fliot the beam of day * 
Earth chang'd her fable robe to fprightly grey ; 
To Weft's dark goal the humid night is fled, 
The fun o'er ocean rears his beamy head : 
The fplendid gleam from Scottifh fteel returns, 
And all the light reflexive mountains burns. 

Deep-founding bag-pipes, gaining on the z\r % 
With lofty voice awake the Scottifh war. 
The gallant chiefs, along the mountain's brow, 
Stand 'cas'J in arms, and low'r upon the foe ; 



THE HIGHLANDER. 2$ 

Or awful thro' the forming fquadrons ihine, 
Jiuild up the ranks, and ftretch the lengthen'd line. 

Each clan their ftandards from the beam unbind; 
They float along, and clap upon the wind : 
The hieroglyphic honours of the brave 
Acquire a double horror as they wave. 

The Southern warriors ftretch the lines of war 
Full on the right, obedient to Dumb a r. 
Harden'd to manhood in the fchool of arms, 
He moves along fedately as he forms : 
Next deeply ftretch their regular array, 
To break the iron tempeft of the day, 
The ions of Lennox, and their gallant Grahams, 
Oft honour'd with the bloody fpoils of fame. 
He tow'is along with unaffefted pride, 
Whilft they difplay their blazing arms afide. 

Great Somerled pofTeft the middle fpace, 
And rang'd the kindred valour of his race ; 
The dauntlefs fons of Morckuan's rocky foil, 
And the rough manhood of Mull's fea-girt iile. 

The mountain-chiefs, in burning arms incas'd, 
And carrying all their country in their breaft 5 

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30 THE HIGHLANDER. 

Undaunted rear their ufeful arms on high. 
Now fought for food, and now for liberty, 
New met the fport of hills, now of the main, 
Here piere'd a flag, and there transfix'd a Dane, 
Tho' nature's walls their homely huts inclofe, 
To guard their homely huts, tho' mountains rofe,, 
Yet feeling Albion in their breads, they dare 
From rocks to rufh and meet the diftant war. 

The fuIJUform'd lines now crown the mountain's 
brow, 
And wave a blazing foreft o'er the foe. 
The king commands : down in array they creep % 
Their clanking arms beat time to ev'ry ftep \ 
As they defcend, they ftretch along the ftrand^ 
Reftore the ranks, and make a folemn Hand. 

Before the camp the Danifh columns rife, 
And ftretch the battle to the clarion's voice. 
Majeftic Sueno kept the higher place,. 
Great in the war, as in his noble race \ 
And when the fword to milder peace fhall yield, 
In council great, as in the thund'ring field. 

Behind their king, to either hand afar, 
Rough Norway's fons extend the front of war. 



THE HIGHLANDER, 3 1 

He moves, incas'd in ileel and majefty, 

Along the ranks, and plans them with his eye ; 

Speaks his commands with unafFe&ed eafe, 

And unconcern'd the coming battle fees. 

Bent on his purpofe, obflinately brave, 

To win a kingdom or an honeft grave, 

H e feem'd to look tow'rds Norway's rocky fhore, 

And fay, — I'll conquer, or return no more. 

Far to the right fierce Magnus' fiery fway 
Compels the troops, and rears the quick array : 
Haughty he moves, and catching flame from far. 
Looks tow'rds the Scots, anticipates the war ; 
Feels cruel joys in all his fibres rife, 
And gathers all his fury to his eyes. 

Young Haco on the left the battle rears,. 
And moves majeftic through a wood of fpears - t 
With martial ikill the rifing ranks he forms, 
No novice in the iron-trade of arms. 
Thus form'd, the Danes, in unconfus'd array, 
Stretch their long lines along the murm'ring fea, 
Their anchor'd fhips, a fable wood, behind, 
Nod on the wave, and whittle to the wind. 

On either fide thus ftretch'd the manly line ; 
With darting gleam the fteel-clad ridges fhine ; 



3* THE HIGHLANDER. 

On either fide the gloomy lines incede, 

Foot rofe with foot, and head advane'd with head; 

Thus when two winds defcend upon the main,. 

To fight their battles on the wat'ry plain, 

In two black lines the equal waters crowd, 

On either fide the white-topp'd ridges nod. 

At length they break, and raife a bubbling found, 

While echo rumbles from the rocks around. 

Thus march the Danes with fpreading wings afar,. 
Thus moves the horror of the Scottifh war ; 
While drowfy filence droops her mournful head, 
Whofe calm repofe the clanking arms invade. 

The mountain-youth, with unaffe&ed pride, 
Twice thirty warriors rifing by his fide, 
His native band, precedes the Scottifh forms, 
A mining column in the day of arms. 
In a£tto throw, he holds the pond'rous fpear, 
And views with awful fmiles the face of war. 
Nodding along, his polifh'd helmet fhines, 
And looks fuperior o'er the fubjeel: lines. 

On either fide, devour'd the narrow ground 
The moving troops. The hoftile ridges frown'd. 
From either hoft the herald's awful breath 
Rung, in the trumpet's throat, the peal of death. 



THE HIGHLANDER. 33 

The martial found foments their kindling rage \ 
Onward they rufh, and in a (hout engage. 
The fwords thro' air their gleaming journeys fly, 
Crafh on the helms, and tremble in the fky. 
Groan follows groan, and wound fucceeds on wound, 
While dying bodies quiver on the ground. 

Thus, when devouring hatchet-men invade, 
With founding fteel, the foreft's leavy head, 
The mountains ring with their repeated ftrokes , 
The tap'ring firs, the elms, the aged oaks, 
Quake at each gafh ; then nod the head and yield, 
Groan as they fall, and tremble on the field. 
Th~~ fell tnc men ; blood forms a lake around, 
While groans and fpears hoarfe harmony refound*. 
The mountains hear, and thunder back the noife, 
And echo ftammers with unequal voice. 

As yet the battle hung in doubtful fcales \ 
Each bravely fought, in death or only fails. 
All, all are bent on death or victory, 
Refolv'd to conquer, or with glory die. 
Fierce Denmark's honoui kindles fire in thefe , 
On thefe pale Albion bends her parent-eyes. 
This flernly fays, " Shall Denmark's children fly r" 
But that, « Or fave, or wirh your country die.'/ 



34 THE HIGHLANDER. 

The Scots, a ftream, would fweep the Danes away, 
The Danes, a rock, repell'd the Scots array. 
They fight alternate, and alternate fly,. 
Both wound, both conquer, both with glory die. 

Thrice Haco ftrove to break Dumbar's array, 
And thrice DuiuBAR impell'd him to the fea. 
The fiery Magnus, foaming on the right, 
Pours on the mountain-chiefs his warrior-might. 
The mountain-youths the furious chief reftrain, 
And turn the battle back upon the Dane. 

The ranks of Sueno ftand in firm array, 
As hoary rocks repel the raging fea. 
The hero to the phalanx crowds his rnightj 
And calmly manages the {landing fight y 
Not idly madd'ning in the bloody fray, 
He wears delib'rately the foe away. 

Straight on his fpear the godlike Alpin flood. 
His flaming armour 'fmear'd with Danifh blood. 
He cafts behind an awe-commanding look, 
And to his few, but vaiiant, followers fpoke : 
« The cautious Dani^s, O friends, in firm array* 
With perfeverance may fecure the day ; 
Our people fall. Let us their force divide ; « 

Invade with flame their tranfports on the tide. 



THE HIGHLANDER. 35 

*They will defend, the Scots reftore the day ; 
Follow, my friends, your Alpin leads the way.' 5 
He faid, and ruflrd upon the phalanx'd Dane \ 
The bending ranks beneath his fword complain. 
Arms, groans of men, beat time to ev'ry wound, 
Nod at each blow, and thunder on the ground. 
Behind his friends advance with martial care, 
Move flep for ftep, and fpread the lane of war. 
He low'rs before, and clears the rugged road ; 
They rufli behind, a rough and headlong flood. 
Thus on fome eminence the lab'ring fwain 

Unlocks his fluice to drench the thirfty plain ; 
With mattock arm'd, he fhapes the water's courfe ', 

f JThe liquid flows behind with rapid force. 
Thus valiant Alpin hews his bloody way, 

And thus his friends force thro' their firm anay ; 

With great effort he feizes on the ftrand, 

Turns to his friends, and iflues his command : 
" Thicken your lines, the battle's mock fuftain, 

And gall with vigour the recoiling Dane. 

Brave Caledonians ! face your country's foe ; 

Y*ur lives are hers, her own on her beftow." 

He added not. The valiant youths obey ; 

The hero fhap'd along his rapid way \ 



3^ THE HIGHLANDER. 

Rufh'd to the camp, and feiz'd a flaming brand, 
Then took his lofty feat upon the ftrand. 
Swift from his arm the crackling ember flies, 
Whizzes along, and kindles in the fkies : 
The pitchy hull receives the fparkling fire \ 
The kindling fhip the fanning winds infpire. 
Black fmoke afcends ; at length the flames arife, 
Hifs through the fhrouds, and crackle in the fkies, 
The riding fleet is all in darknefs loft, 
Its wreathy wings the flame fpreads on the blaft. 
Red embers, falling from the burning fhroud, 
Hifs in the wave, and bubble in the flood. 

Great Sueno turns, and fees the flame behind 
Swell its huge columns on the driving wind \ 
Then thus to Eric : " Urge your fpeedy flight, 
Recal the fiery Magnus from the right : 
Quick let him come ! th' endanger'd tranfports fave* 
And dafh againft the burning fhip the wave." 

The youth obeys, and, flying o'er the fand, 
Repeats in Magnus' ear the king's command. 
The warrior ftarts, rage fparkling in his eyes, 
He tow'rs along, refounding as he flies. 
He comes : from Sueno's army fquadrons fall 
Around the chief, and rear the manly wall 5 



THE HIGHLANDER. 37 

Till in their front the (lately chief appears, 
They wave behind an iron wood of fpears ; 
In all the gloomy pomp of battle low'r, 
And beat with founding fteps the fatal fliore. 

Bent to fupport the flame, his thin array 
Young Alpin draws along the murm'ring fea. 
He holds the mafiy fpear in a£t to throw, 
And bends his fiery eyes upon the foe. 
Advanc'd, — with awful din the fight began 5 
Steel fpeaks on fted, man urges upon man. 
Groans, fliouts, arms, men, a jarring difcord found, 
Gain on the iky, and ftvake the mountains round. 

Fierce Magnus here* would rufh into the main $ 
Young Alpin there would keep at bay the Dan&, 
One pufhes the fwift boat into the fea ; 
Thro' his bent back the faulchion cleaves its way : 
Another dafhes to the (hip the wave, 
And bends at once into a wat'ry grave ; 
Spouts with departing breath the bubbling flood, 
And dyes the water with his foaming blood. 

Thus fought the men. — Behind the flame re- 
founds, 
Gains on the fleet, and fpreads its wafteful bounds. 

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8 THE HfGHLANDE-R. 



Great Magnus, burnipg at the difmal fight, 
Advanc'd with rage redoubled to the fight. 
u Degenerate Danes !" the raging warrior cries, 
u The day is loft—your fame, your honour, dies ! 
Advance,—^condenfe your ranks, — bear on your 

way, 
And fweep thefe daring ftriplings to the fea." 
^he men advance : proceeds their haughty lord, 
And wounds the air with his impatient fword. 
Bending, where Alpin reapt the bloody plain, 
r ? Turn, here's a man, turn, (tripling, here's a 

Dane !" 
He faid. — The mountain-warrior turns his eyes, 
Then fternly wheels, and with a blow replies. 
Great Magnus falling on young Ampin's (hield, 
Adds to the difmal thunder of the field. 
Revengeful Alpin, with descending blade, 
Crafhes the mining thunder on his head. 
They aim, defend •, their fwords, at ev'ry ftroke, 
Talk on the way, and gleam along the fmoke. 

At length on Magnus Fate deals home a wound , 
He nods to death, and thunders on the ground. 
Starting from the wide wouiid, the bubbling blood 
Sinks through the fand, and rolls a fmoking flood, 



THE HIGHLANDER. 39 

Prone on the ftrand, extended ev'ry way, 
Clad o'er with fteel, a Aiming trunk he lay. 
Thus, on its lofty feat, Aiould winds invade 
The ftatue keeps the mem'ry of the dead, 
It quakes at ev'ry blaft, and nods around, 
Then falls, a Aiapelefs ruin, to the ground. 

The Danes beholding their commander die, 
Start from their ranks, and in confufion fly. 
The youth purfues : the flames behind him roar, 
Catch all the fleet, and clothe with fmcke the Aiore. 
Mean time great Sueno, Denmark's valiant king, 
Round royal Indulph bends the hoftile ling. 
Hemm'd in a circle of invading men, 
They face on ev'ry fide the clofing Dane \ 
Deal blow for blow, and wound leturn for wound, 
And bring the Aagg'ring en'my to the ground. 
Great Somerled, Argyle's majeftic lord, 
Thro' Harald's founding helmet drives his fword : 

[g'ring he falls $ his rattling arms refound, 
And in the pangs of death he bites the ground. 

Thro' Hilric's fliield great Indulph urg'd the 
fpear ; 
It pierc'd his breaft, and fmok'd behind in air : 
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40 THE HIGHLANDER. 

Groaning he finks ; as when repeated flrokes 
Bring headlong to the ground the flaughter'd ox. 
Brave Grahame thro' mighty Canute urg'd the 

fpear, 
Where, 'twixt the helm and mail, the neck was 

bare. 
Prefs'd with the helm his pond'rous head inclin'd,, 
He nodding falls, as trees o'erturn'd by wind. 
While thus the ca'my's front the chieftains 

wore* 
And pil'd with hoftile trunks the fatal more, 
By flow degrees their force declines away, 
Surrounding Denmark gams upon the day. 
Great Tndulph flood aimdfl the warrior-ring ; 
All give attention to their valiant king : 
u Hear me, ye chiefs," the mournful monarch cries* 
" We fall to-day, our ftate, our country dies. 
Let us acquit ourfelves of Albion's death, 
And yield in her defence our lateft breath." 
He faid, and rufh'd from the furrounding ring, 
And ? midft the battle fought the Danifh king^ 
E. . to fight the royal warriors flood, 
And long'd to revel in e&ch other's blood; 



THE HIGHLANDER. 41 

While Alpin, rufhing from the flaming fnore, 
With wafteful path purfu'd the flying pow'r, 
Hew'd thro' great Sueno's ring his bloody way, 
And to the defp'rate chieftains gave the day, 
RufiYd 'twixt great L-.dulph and bold Sueno's 

fword, 
And with his royal life preferv'd his lord. 
Brave Sueno nods, falls to the ftrand, and cries, 
" O honour ! Denmakk loft, undone !" and dies. 

But ftill fierce Denmark made a broken (land ; 
Here (lands a fquadron, there a gloomy band, 
Rears a firm column on the fmoky fhore, 
Makes the laft efforts of a dying pow'r. 

Thus, after fire thro' lanes its way has took, 
A proftrate village lies o'erwhelnvd in fmoke ; 
But here and there fome fable turrets ftand, 
And look, a difmal ruin, o'er the land. 
So flood ihe Dane^ ; but, fcon o'erpowVd, they fiy> 
Stumble along, and in their flight they die. 

Norvegia's fons, of Magnus' fire bereft, 
Fell down before the chieftains of the iefr. 
The great Dumbar upon the right repell'd 
Young Haco's force, and fwept him off the field : 

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42 THE HIGHLANDER. 

He winds his hafty march along the coaft, 
Fights as he flies, and fhields his little hoft. 
At length, within a wood o'erfhades the fea, 
With new-felFd oaks he walls his thin array y 
Bent on his fate, and obftinately brave, 
There mark'd at once his battle-field and grave. 



JIND OF CANTO SECONBv 



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HIGHLANDER 
A P O E M. 



CANTO III. 

AS when, beneath the night's tempeftuous cloudy 
Embattled winds aflail the leafy wood, 
Tear on their fable way with awful found, 
And bring the groaning foreft to the ground, 
The trunks of elms, the (hrub, the fir, the oak, 
In one confufion fink beneath the fhock : 
So Death's fad fpoils the bloody field beftrow'd ; 
The haughty chieftain, the ignoble crowd, 
The coward, brave, partake the common wound, 
Are friends in death, and mingle on the ground. 

Dark night approach'd : the flaming lord of day 
Had plung'd his glowing circle in the fea \ 



44 THE HIGHLANDER. 

On the blue fky the gath'ring clouds arife, 
And tempefts clap their wings along the fldes* 
The murm'ring voice of heav'n at diftance fails, 
And eddying whirlwinds howl along the vales j 
The fky inwrapt in awful darknefs low'rs, 
And threatens to defcend at once in fhow'rs. 
The Caledonian chiefs, to fhun the ftorm, 
Beneath a leafy oak their council form. 
An ancient trunk fupports the weary king ; 
The nobles bend around the Handing ring. 
With fwords unfheath'd the awful forms appear'd, 
Their (hining arms with Danifh blood befmear'd : 
Their eyes (hoot fire ; their meins unfettled fhew, 
The battle frowns as yet upon their brow. 
The monarch rofe, and leaning on the oak, 
Stretch'd out his hand, and to the nobles fpoke : 
" My lords ! the Danes, for fo juft Heav'n de- 
creed, 
Ev'n on that fhore they thought to conquer, bleed. 
In vain Death wrapt our fathers in his gloom, 
We raife them, in our actions, from the tomb. 
Not infamous their aim, o'er lands afar 
To fpread deftru&ion and the plague of war ; 



THE HIGHLANDER. 

To meet the ions of battle as they roam, 

Content to ward them from their native home j. 

To mew invaders that they dar'd to die, 

For barren rocks, for fame and liberty. 

In you they live, fall'ii Denmark's holt may (hew ; 

Accept my thanks ; your country thanks you too.' 3 

He added not, but turn'd his eyes around, 
Till in the ring the valiant youth he found. 
" Approach, brave youth !" the failing monarch 

cry'd, 
w Tour country's foldier, and your country's pride. 
Scotland fhall thank thee for this gallant ftrife, 
While grateful Indulph owes to thee his life/' 

Thus he, advancing •, and with ardour preft 
The gallant warrior to his royal breaft. 
The unprefumptuous Alpin bends his eyes, 
And mix'd with blufhes to the king replies : 

" To fave our king, our country's ancient throne* 
Are debts incumbent on her ev'ry fon \ 
O monarch ! add it not to Alpin's praife, 
That of this gen'ral debt his part he pays." 
Thus faid the youth, and modeftly retir'd , 
While as he moves, the king and chiefs admir'd 



46 THE HIGHLANDER. 

Slow to his (land his eafy fteps he bears, 
And hears his praifes with unwilling ears. 

The king refumes : " O chiefs, O valiant peers ! 
Glad Caledonia dries her running tears : 
The warrior rais'd his faulchion o'er her head « 
Now fleeps forgotten on an earthen bed. 
Fierce Scandinavia's fatal ftorms are o'er, 
Her thunder-bolts lie harmlefs on the fhore. 
But as when, after night has beat a ftorm, 
On the mild morn fome fpots the Iky deform, 
The broken clouds from ev'ry quarter fail, 
Join their black troops, and all the heavens veil ; 
The winds arife, defcends the fluicy rain, 
The ftorm, with force redoubl'd, beats the plain : 
So, when the youthful Haco fhall afar 
Collect: the broken fragments of the war, 
The hero, arm'd with Sueno's death, may come - 
And claim an expiation on his tomb. 
Deep in that wood the gallant warrior lies : 
Who mall to-night his little camp furprife, 
Surround the martial Dane with nightly care, 
And give the final ftroke to dying war ? 
Hence Norway's fhip-s fhall fluin our fatal fea, 
And point the crooked beak another way •, 



THE HIGHLANDER. 47 

If chance they fpy where oft their armies fell, 
Shall turn the prow, and crowd away the fail." 

He faid no more : the gen'rous chiefs arife, 
Bent on the glory of the enterprife. 
Eager to climb thro' dang'rous paths to fame, 
The nightly war they feverally claim. 
One chief obferv'd where godlike Haco lay -> 
This knew the wood, and that the dufky way * 
Another urg'd his more unweary'd friends ; 
And ev'ry chieftain fomething recommends. 

Thus for the arduous talk the chiefs conteft, 
While each wou'd grafp the danger to his breaft. 
Th' attentive monarch heard their brave debates, . 
And with a fecret joy his foul dilates. 

Young Alpin burns to urge the war of night, 
To mix again with Haco in the fight. 
Eager he flood, and thus the chiefs addreft, 
The warrior lab'ring in his manly bread : 
" King ! gallant chiefs ! this enterprife I claim > 
Here let me fix my uneftablifiYd fame. 
Already you have beat her arduous path, 
Reap'd glorious harvefts in the fields of death : 
Repeated feats fiVd fame within your pow'r, 
.But I gleam once, then fink, and am no more. 



^g THE HIGHLANDER. 

Nor am I wholly ign'rant of the fight, 
I've urg'd the gloomy battles of the night : 
jEbud^s chief once touch'd on Abria's ftrand, 
And fwept our mountains with his pilf ring band 
All day they drove our cattle to the fea, 
I went at midnight, and refcu'd the prey ; 
With a poor handful, and a faithful fword, 
Difpers'd the robbers and their haughty lord* 
Twas I commanded— thefe the gallant men ! 
May we not act that midnight o'er again ?" 

The hero fpoke : a murm'ring voice enfu'd , 
Of loud applaufe : each hero's mind fubdu'd. 
The glorious danger to the youth refigns : 
He tow'rs along, and marlhals up his lines. 
Some gallant youths to {hare his fame arife, 
And mingle in the glorious enterprife. 

The warrior-band move on in firm array \ 
He tow'rs before along the founding fea. 
Thro' their tall fpears the finging tempeft raves-, 
And falling headlong on the fpumy waves, 
Purfues the ridgy fea with awful roar, 
And throws the liquid mountains on the ftiore. 
In each fliort paufe, before the billow breaks, 
Theclanking Caledonian armour fpeaks. 



THE HIGHLANDIR. 49 

Thus on fome night when fable tcmpefts roar, 
The watchman wearying of his lonely hour, 
Hears fome rent branch to fqueak 'twixt ev'ry blaft, 
But in each ruder guft the creak is loft. 

The king and gallant chiefs, with wifliful eyes, 
Purfue the youthful warrior as he flies. 
His praife through all the noble circle ran. — 
Approach'd the ghaftly figure of a man ; 
His vifage pale, his locks are bleach'd with years ; 
His totrring fteps he onward fcarcely bears : 
His limbs are lae'd with blood, a hideous fight I 
And his wet garment fhed the tears of night. 
With flow approach he lifts his fading eyes> 
And rais'd the fqueaking treble of his voice. 
« O king ! I feel the leaden hand of death, 
To the dark tomb I tread the gen'ral path : 
Hear me, O king ! for this I left the field, 
For this to thee my dying form reveal'd : 
Norway in vain had interpos'd her flood, 
I come, alas ! to pay the debt of blood. 
Pofleft of crimes, which the good king purfu'd, 
In fell confpiracy, unbleft ! I vow'd 
With fierce Dovalus ; that I live to tell ! 
By us, by us, the great king Malcolm fell ! 

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5C ™E HIGHLANDER, 

Touch'd with remorfe, behind my fhield I laid 
His fmiling child, and wrapt him in my plaid. 
Now to the fea we urge our rapid flight, 
Beneath the guilty mantle of the night. 
Still in my arms I little Duffus bear j 
Behind the voice of men and arms we hear. 
My comrades fly. — I lay the infant down, 
And with my guilty life from vengeance run. 
They found him, fav'd him ; for I knew the voice : 

It was" He faid, and clos'd at once his eyes \ 

Slowly inclin'd, and tumbling headlong down, 
His guilty life breath'd in a feeble groan. 

,The mournful monarch ftood in dumb furprife ; 
The fate of Malcolm fill'd afrefh his eyes. 
He folds his arms, and bends his filent look, 
Then, ftaiting from the gloom of forrow, fpoke : 
« You fee, my lords, tho' Denmark's hoftile ftate 
Long fav'd the traitors from the hand of fate •, 
Yet, heav'n who rules with equal fway beneath, 
Snatch'd from her arms a vi&im due to death ; 
Dovalus (hall not fink among the dead, 
But with that vengeance hangs o'er treafon's head. 
Still, Malcolm, ftill, thou gen'rous, and thou beft ! 
Thy fate hangs heavy on a brother's breaft 5 



THE HIGHLANDER. 5! 

You left a young, you left a helplefs fon, 
But loft to me, to Scotland, and his throne. 
Perhaps, oppreft with hunger and with cold, 
He tends fome peafant's cattle to the fold ; 
Or fights a common foldier on the field, 
And bows beneath the fceptre he mould wield. ? 

No more he faid : the noble circle figh'd ; 
They droop the filent head, nor aught reply'd. 

Now dy'd apace the occidental light ; 
The fubjeft world receives the flood of night. 
The king from ev'ry fide his troops recalls ; 
They fall around and rear their manly walls. 
He iflues to return the great command, 
They move along, and leave the fatal ftrand. 
The city gain'd, each foldier's weary bread 
Forgets the day, and foothes his toil with reft. 

The king receives, with hofpitable care, 
The gallant chiefs, and drowns in wine the wan 
Within the royal hall the nobles fat ; 
The royal hall in fimple nature great. 
No pigmy art, with little mimicry, 
Diftra&s the fenfe, or pains the weary eye : 
Shields, fpears, and helms, in beauteous order fhone, 
Along the walls of uncemented ftone. 
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5^ THE HIGHLANDER, 

Here all the noble warriors crown the bowl, 
And with the gen'rous ne£tar warm the foul ; 
With focial talk ileal lazy time away, 
Recounting all the dangers of the day : 
They turn to Alpin, and the gloomy fight, 
And toaft the gallant warrior of the night. 

Mean time young Alpin 'girts the fatal wood, 
And longs to mix again with Danifh blood. 
Already Hago had, with martial care, 
With walls of oak embrac'd an ample fqerare : 
Himfelf beneath a tree the ftorm defends, 
And keeps in arms around his watchful friends. 

The fair Aurelia by the hero's fide, 
An awful warrior, and a blooming bride, 
Who plac'd in martial deeds her virgin-care, 
Wields in her fnowy hand the afhen fpear. 
A filver mail hung round her flender waift, 
The corflet rifes on her heaving breaft. 
On her white arm the brazen buckler fhows, 
The Alining helm embrac'd her marble brows 5 
Her twining ringlets flowing down behind, 
Sung grateful mufic to the nightly wind. 

Fate was unkind : juft as the lovers wed, 
Nor yet had tailed of the nuptial bed 5 



THE HIGHLANDER. 53 

Great Sueno's trumpet call'd the youth to war, 
He figh'd, embrac'd and left the weeping fair. 
With love embolden'd, up the virgin rofe, 
From her foft breaft the native woman throws ; 
And with the gallant warrior clothes the wife, 
Following her Haco to the bloody ftrife. 

She fought her love thro' war's deftru&ive path 5 
And often turn'd from him the hand of death. 
The chief, attentive, all the youth furvey'd, 
And in the warrior found the lovely maid, 
She leans inclining on her martial fpear, 
And only for the youth employs her fear. 

The valiant Scot aiTails the oaken wall : 
The bulwark groans, the brave defenders fall. 
With founding fteel the firm barrier he ply'd, 
And pour'd his warriors in on ev'ry fide. 
The godlike Haco rufhing through the night, 
Now here, now there, oppos'd th' invaders might «; 
To ev'ry corner gave divided aid, 
Still, (till fupported by the martial maid. 

Thus when the ocean, fwelling o-'er the flrand P 
Invades with billowy troops the fubjeft land, 
The fed'lous fwains the earthen weight oppofe, 
And fill the fiflures where the temped Bows \ 



54 THE HIGHLANDER. 

So valiant Haco flew to ev'ry fide, 
And ftemm'd with pointed fteel the manly tide \ 
With great effort preferv'd the narrow field, 
And 'twixt the fair and danger kept the fhield* 
She, only fhe, employs the hero's care ; 
Haco forgot, he only thinks on her. 
He longs to fink with glory to the dead, , 

But can he leave in grief the captive maid ? 
Her dying image hags his fancy's eyes, 
What (hou'd he do, if fair Aurelia dies ? 
Love, mighty love, arrefted all his pow'r ; 
He wifh'd for flight who never fled before. 

But as the lionefs, to fave her young, 
Defpifes death, and meets the hunter-throng ; 
So ftartirig from the fable maze of care, 
He faces death, and fhields the lovely fair. 
The martial maid with equal love pofleft, 
Would dart 'twixt danger and her Haco's breaft, 
Oppofe her buckler to the lifted fpear, 
And turn from him the iron hand of war* 

Now godlike Alpin hew'd his bloody path 
Thro' Danifh ranks, and mark'd his fteps with death, 
Th' inclofed fquare with defp'rate hand he (hears; 
And reaps a bloody fhield of men and fpears. 



THE HIGHLANDER. 55 

Groans, crafhing fteel, and clangour of the fight, 
Increafe the ftormy chorus of the nigty. 

The Danes, diminifh'd, meet th' unequal war, 
Where two fall'n oaks confine an inner fquare \ 
Join their broad fhields, the clofe-wedg'd column 

rear, 
And on the Seottifh battle turn the fpear. 
On ev'ry fide the Caledonians clofe, 
Hemming the defp'rate phalanx of the foes, 
To give the final ftroke to battle, crowd, 
While Haco thus befpoke the Danes aloud: 
" Ye fons of North, unfortunate, tho' brave ! 
Here Fate has marked out our common grave, 
Has doom'd our bodies to enrich thefe plains : 
Then die reveng'd— like warriors and like Danes P^ 

He fpoke, and turning to the martial maid, 
Embrac'd her foftly, and thus fighing faid : 
*< Shall then my fpoufe, my love, my only joy, 
Shall fair Aurelia with her Haco die ? 
Thy death affii£ts me. — I in vain complain j 
Til fave Aurelia, or expire — a Dane !" 
He faid, and, gath'ring up his fpacious fhieldj 
Prepaid to meet the battle in the field. 



S^ THE HIGHLANDER* 

Young Alpin heard. It touched his feeling 
bread, * 

He ftopp'd the war, and thus the Dane addreft : 
" Our Caledonia, now reliev'd of fear, 
Feels pity rifing in the place of care, 
Difdains to tyrannife o'er vanquifh'd foes, 
And for her fteel on them her pity throws. 
I now difmifs brave Haco from the field, 
And own the gen'rous prefent of the fhield." 

He faid : his thanks returns the royal Dane, 
Himfelf efcorts them to the founding main. 

A fhip efcap'd the flame, within a bay, 
Where bending rocks exclude the rougher fea, 
Secure from ftormy winds in fafety rides, 
And flowly nods on the recoiling tides : 
Thither they bend, and launching to the fea, 
Plow with the crooked beak the wat'ry way ; 
Their fable journey to the North explore, 
And leave their fleeping friends upon the fhore* 



END OF CANTO THIRD* 



THE 

H I G H LA N D E R : 

A POE M. 



CANTO IV. 

THE fprightly morn, with early blufhes fpread, 
Rears o'er the eaftern hills her rofy head : 
The ftorm fubfides ; the breezes, as they pafs, 
Sigh on their way along the pearly grafs. 
Sweet carol all the fongfters of the fpray ; 
Calm and ferene comes on the gentle day. 

Amidft attendant fair Culena moves, 
Culexa, fruit of Induiph's nuptial loves f 
Too foon to fate the beauteous queen refign'd, 
But left the image of herfelf behind. 
To the calm main the lovely nymphs repair, 
To breathe along the ftrand the morning-air j 



$% THE HIGHLANDER. 

They brufh with eafy fteps the dewy grafs, 
Obferving beauteous nature as they pafs. 

Th' imperial maid moves with fuperior grace ; 
Awe mix'd with mildnefs fat upon her face 5 
High inbred virtue all her bofom warms, 
In beauty rifes, and improves her charms. 
Silent and flow (he moves along the main, 
Behind, her maids attend, a modeft train ! 
Ohferve her as flie moves with native fta^e, 
And gather all their motions from her gait. 

Thus through Idalia's balm-diftilling grove, 
Majeftic moves the fmiling Queen of Love : 
Her hair flows down her fnowy neck behind, 
Her purple mantle floats upon the wind \ 
The Graces move along, a blooming train ! 
And borrow all the geftures of their queen. 

Thus fteal the lovely maids their tardy way 
Along the filent border of the fea. 
Slow-curling waves advance upon the main, 
And often threat the fliore, and oft abftain. 
A woody mound, which rear'd aloft its head, 
Threw trembling fhadows o'er a narrow mead : 
From a black rock cryftalline waters leap, 
Arch as they fall, and through the valley creep, 



THE HIGHLAKDER. 59 

Chide with the murm'ring pebbles as they pafs, 
Or hum their purling journey through the grafs. 

Pleas'd with the fcene the wand'ring virgins flood, 
The main below, above the lofty wood. 
Their eyes they fate with the tranfporting fcene, 
And, fitting, prefs the fair-enamd'd green j 
Enjoy with innocence the growing day, 
And (leal with harmlefs talk the time away. 

Mean time fierce Corbred, who preferred in vain 
His fuit to Agnus, fairefl of the train, 
Who fled from Tweed to fhun his hated arms, 
Entrufting fair Culena with her charms ; 
Saw the difdainful nymph remote from aid, 
And bent his laftful eyes upon the maid. 
He rufhM with headlong ruffians from the wood, 
And feiz'd the fair : the virgins fhriek aloud. 
For help, for help, the ftruggling virgin cries, 
And as me fhrieks, aloud the wood replies. 
Alpin alone, (his men were fent before), 
Stalk' d on his thoughtful way along the fhore. 
The diftant plaint aiTaird the hero's ear, 
He drew his fword, and rufh'd to fave the fair. 
Before the chief the daftard Corbred fled, 
And to her brave preferver left the maid. 



&0 THE HIGHLANDER. 

Proftrate on earth the lovely virgin lay, 
Her rofes fade, and all her charms decay : 
In humid reft her bending eye-lids clofe ; 
With flow returns her bofcm fell and rofe : 
At length returning life her bofom warms, 
Glows in her cheeks, and lights up all her charms. 

Thus, when invading clouds the moon aflail, 
The landfkip fails, and fades the fhining vale ; 
But foon as Cynthia rufhes on the fight, 
Reviving fields are filver'd o'er with light. 

Th' affrighted fair the gallant warrior leads, 
To join, upon the fand, the flying maids. 
They crowd their cautious iteps along the fea, 
Quake at each breath, and tremble on their way *, 
Their tim'rous breads unfettled from furprife, 
To ev'ry fide they dart their careful eyes. 

Thus, on the heathy wild the hunted deer 
Start at each blaft, together crowd through fear, 
Tremble and look about, before, behind, 
Then ftretch along, and leave the mountain-wind. 

The gallant youth p'refents the refcu'd fair, 
Confirms their trembling breafts, removes their care \ 
The gen'rous ftory from herfelf they hear, 
And drink his praifes with a greedy ear $ 



THE HIGHLANDER. 6l 

Steal on- the youth their eyes, as Agnes fpoke, 
And pour their fluttering fouls at ev'ry look. 

But fair Culena feels a keener dart •, 
It pietc'd her breaft, and funk into her heart : 
She hears attentive, views, admires, and loves, 
Her eye o'er all the man with pleafure roves. 
With painful joy fhe feels the flame increafe, 
Her pride denies it, but her eyes confefs : 
She darts, and blufhing turns her eye afide, 
But love fteps in, and deals a look from pride. 
Thus fair Culena ftruggles up the dream. 
And 'tempts in vain to quench the rifing flame. 
At length, with blufhing cheek and bending look, 
TV imperial maid the warrior thus befpoke : 
* O gen'rous chief ! for thus your deeds would fay, 
How ihall our gratitude thy kindnefs pay ? 
Indulph (hall hear, and Indulph (hall reward ; 
Such gen'rous aftions claim a king's regard/' 

She faid ; and thus the chief : " Imperial maid, 
More than the debt thy approbation paid. 
In this I did not drive with gallant men, 
Or drive diforder'd fquadrons from the plain ; 
But frighted from his prey a fenfual flave ; 
The gloomy fons of guilt are never brave. 

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62 THE HIGHLANDER. 

Whoe'er would feize on a defencelefs fair, 
Would fhun the fword, and fly amain from war/ 

He faid ; and ftalk'd away with manly Hate, 
Grandeur, with awe commix'd, inform'd his gait. 
His pond'rous mail reflects the trembling day, 
And all his armour rings along the way. 
The royal maid obferves him as he flies, 
In filence (lands, and from her bofom fighs, 
Slowly moves on before the filent fair, 
And in the palace fhuts her fecret care. 

Mean time young Alpin feeks the king and 
peers \ 
But fair Culena in his bofom bears. 
In vain againft the rifing flame he flrove, 
For all the man diflblv'd at once to love. 

Within the high-arch'd hall the nobles fat, 
And form'd in council the reviving Hate •, 
For inftant peace felicitous prepare, 
And raife a bulwark 'gainft the future war. 
No high-flown zeal the patriot hurl'd along, 
No fecret gold engag'd the fpeaker's tongue ; 
No jarring feeds are by a tyrant fown, 
Nor cunning fenate undermines the throne. 



THE! HIGHLANDER. 63 

To public good their public thoughts repair, 
And Caledonia is the gen'ral care. 
No orator in pompous phrafes fhines, 
Or veils with public weal his bafe defigns. 
Truth flood confpicuous, undifguis'd by art 5 
They fpoke the homely language of the heart. 

Arriv'd the gallant warrior of the night ; 
They hear with eager joy the gloomy fight. 
His condu£t, courage, and compaflion raife, 
And ev'ry voice is forward in his praife. 

The great Dumbar his awful ftature rears, 
His temples whiten'd with the fnow of years. 
On the brave youth he bends his folemn look, 
Then, turning round, thus to the nobles fpoke : 
t( Beneath the royal banner, Scots afar 
Had urg'd on Humber's banks the foreign war ; 
My father dead, tho' young I took the (hield, 
And led my kindred warriors to the field. 
The noble Caledonian camp was laid 
Within the bofcm of a fpacious mead. 
Green-rifing hills encompafs'd it around, 
And thefe king Malcolm with his archers 
crown'd -, 

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64 THE HIGHLANDER. 

Full on the right a fpacious wood arofe, 

Ard thither night convey'd a band cf foes. 

The king commands a chief to clear the wood, 

And I the dangerous fervice claim aloud, 

I went, expelFd the foes, and kill'd their lord, 

And ever fince have worn his Alining fword. 

I now retire from war, in age to reft ; 

Take it, brave youth, for you can wield it beft." 

He faid, and reach'd the fword. The youth 
reply'd, 
Shooting the heavy blade athwart his fide : 
** My lord, with gratitude this fword I take, 
Efteem the prefent for the giver's fake. 
It ftill may find the way it oft explor'd, 
And glut with hoftile blood its fecond lord ; 
To bloody honour hew its wafteful path, 
A faithful fickle in the fields of death." 

He thus. With placid mein great Indulfh rofe, 
And fpoke : " Thus always meet our Albion's foes 5 
With foreign blood your native arms adorn, 
And boldly fight for ages yet unborn. 
For us, my lords, fought all our godlike fires 1 
The debt we owe to them our race requires ; 



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TIio* future arms our country fhould enflave, 
She fhall acquit our afhes in the grave \ 
Pofterity degen'rate, as they groan, 
Shall blefs their fires, and call their woes their own, 
Let us, my lords, each virtuous fpark infpire, 
And where we find it, blow it to a fire. 
Thy fervice, gallant Alpin, in this war, 
Shall both be Indulph's and the fenate's care, 
Mean time, with manly fports and exercife 
Let us from bus'nefs turn the mental eyes : 
The mind relax'd acquires a dotible force, 
And with new vigour finifhes the courfe." 
He added not : the godlike chiefs obey ; 
All rife at once •, great Indulph leads the way. 
The palace here, and there a virid mound, 
Confine a flow'ry fpet of grafTy ground. 
The under-rock, emerging through the green, 
Chequers with hoary knobs the various fcene. 
Thither repair the chiefs and fcepterVl king, 
And bend upon the plain the hollow ring. 
Obedient fervants from the palace bear 
The homy bow, the helm, the fhining fpear, 
The mail, the corfkt, and the brazen fhield ; 
And throw the ringing weight upon the field. 

Fa 



C6 THE HIGHLANDER. 

Imperial Indulph, tow'ring o'er the plain, 
With placid words addrefs'd the warrior-train; 
** Let thofe who bend the ftubborn bow arife, 
And with the feather'd (haft difpute this prize; 
An antique bow a Balearian wore, 
When Romans thunderM on our Albion's fhore. 
The fkilful archer, dealing death afar, 
Threw on our Scottifh hoft the diftant war j 
Great Fergus fprings, a king devoid of fear, 
And through his body fhoots the reeking fpear ; 
The bloody fpoil through ftriving cohorts brings, 
And fends this relique down to after kings." 

Thus, grafping the long bow, the monarch faid 
Rofe valiant Grahame and youthful Somerled- 
Next Gowal in the ftrife demands a part, 
Fam'd on his native hills to wing the dart. 

Full on the mound a helm, their aim, was plac'd ; 
And Gowal drew the nerve firft to his breaft ; 
The bow reluctant yields, then backward fprings ; 
The nerve refounds, through air the arrow fings. 
Clofe to the aim, the earth the arrow meets, 
And, as it vibrates, the bright helmet beats. 
Applaufe enfues. The fhaft was fent by Grahams, 
And cut its brazen journey through the aim. 



THE HIGHLANDER. 6j 

The- prize on him the murm'ying chiefs beftow, 
Till Somerled afTumes the ancient bow. 
The dancing chord the leaping arrow left, 
And, rufliiivj, took on end Grahame's birchen 

{haft; 
Tore on it* way, around the (hirers fly, 
And Somcrled brings off the prize with joy. 
" Who," cries the king, " this fhield his prize fhall 

bear, 
And fling with fkilful hand the martial fpear ? 
Behind this buckler mighty Kenneth ftood, 
When Tay, impurpled, ran with Piclifh blood." 

He faid, and plac'd a mark, the knobby round, 
And meafurVl back with equal fteps the ground. 
The valiant Grahame, the mountain-youth arofe ; 
Gowal again his martial ftature (hows ; 
Bent on the knobby fplendour of the prize, 
Firft from his hand the finging weapon flies. 
The fteel-head mark'd a circle as it run, 
Flam'd with the fplendour of the fetting furt. 

Thus when the night the weeping fky o'er-veils* 
Athwart the gloom the ftreaming meteor fails, 
Kindles a livid circle as it flies, 
And with its glory dazzles human eyes. 



68 THE HIGHLANDER* 

Thus flew the fpear, and finking in the mount!* 
With quick vibrations beat the air around ; 
But mifs'd the fhield. Grahame's not unpraciis'd 

art 
Difmifles through the air the murm'rlug dart : 
Full on the middle bofs it takes the fhield f 
The fighting metals clatter o'er the field : 
From the firm knob the point obliquely flies, 
And on the field the trembling weapon lies. 

Next valiant Alpin takes the pond'rous fpear, 
And bending back difmifles it through air : 
The long quick weapon flying o'er the field, 
Falls on the bofs, and perforates the fhield ; 
The waving fhaft is planted on the mound ; 
And with applaufe the neighb'ring rocks refound. 

Young S^merled wren ch'd from the rock a quoit, 
A huge, enormous, (harp, unwieldy weight ; 
Such now-a-days as many panting fwains 
A witnefs rear on long-contefted plains : 
Slow- bending down, at length the hero fprings , 
The rolling rock along the heavens fings y 
Fallen, it (hakes at once the neighb'ring ground I 
And on the face of earth indents a wound, . 



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Thus when ftrong winds the aged tow'r invade, 
And throw the fhapelefs ruin from its head > 
It falls, and cleaves its bed into the ground ^ 
The valley makes, and rocks complain around. 

All try the mark to reach, but try in vain j 
All falling fhort, unequal wound the plain. 
Alpin with diffidence affumes the ftone, 
For fuch a fpace had Somerled o'erthrown : 
Th* unwieldy rock a while he weighs with care, 
Then fpringing fends it whizzing through the air ; 
The wondVing warriors view it as it rolls ; 
Far o'er the diftant mark the difcus falls j 
It (hakes the plain, and deals a gaping wound, 
Such as when headlong torrents tear the ground. 

Th' applauding chiefs own in the manly game 
The hero great, as in the fields of fame. 

Culena, leaning on her fnow r y arms 
Obfervant from the window points her chaims. 
Th' imperial virgin faw with pleafant pain, 
The fav'rite youth vi&orious on the plain : 
Sadly {he figlYd, accufing cruel fate, 
Which chain'd her in captivity of flate. 

The veil of night had now inwrapt the pole \ 
The feaft renew'd, goes round the fparkling bowl. 



»6 THE HIGHLANDER. 

Great Indulph rofe with favour-fpeaking mein-; 
Approaching Alp in thus the king began : 
" Say, will the ftranger tell from whence- he came 
To reap this harveil of unrivall'd fame ? 
Nobler the youth, who, though before unknown, 
From merit mounts to virtue and renown, 
Than he, fet up by^an illuftriouS race, 
Totters aloft, and fcarce can keep his place !" 

The monarch fpoke : attentive look the peers, 
And long to drink his voice with greedy ears. 



ZVX> OF CANTO FOUJIT?!. 



TKE 



HIGHLANDER 
A POEM. 



CANTO V. 

riT^HE hero, rifmg from his lofty feat, 

-*- Thus unprefumptuoufiy accofts the great ; 
« The fame of Denmark pafs'd our mountains o'er, 
And fill'd cur ears on Abria's diftant fhore : 
Brave Rynold ftarts :t he aged chief alarms, 
And kindles all his family to arms. 
A hundred youths, who, from the founding wood, 
Or tow'ring mountain, brought their living food, 
Obey the bag-pipe's voice \ for all in view 
Of Ryn old's feat, the friendly canton grew. 

hoary warrior leads the onward path, 
No iiranger to the road which led to death. 



7 2 THE HIGHLAND EK. 

Behind advancing, I, with martial care, 
Lead on the youthful thunder-bolts of war a , 
With arms anticipate the kindling fire, 
And move to ev'ry motion of my fire. 

" On Grampus night her mantle round us 
throws ; 
We flept in heath : the dappled morn arofe.: 
Defcending thence purfue our headlong way, 
And crofs the filver errors of the Tay. 
Groans, feeble (hrieks, afcending from the vale, 
Speak on the pinions of the fouthern gale. 
A difmal fcene breaks on our diftant eyes \ 
Here one purfues, and there another fiie?. 
This breathes his life through the impurpled wound, 
While his proud villa fmokes along the ground. 
That with the foe maintains unequal ftrife, 
While his dear offspring fly, and dearer wife, 

« The fenior faw it with indignant eyes. 
And bid, at once, his kindred ranks arife v 
With hafty fteps we feize a virid brow, 
And form a fable cloud above the foe. 
Thus on the mountain's brow, I oft have feen 
The muft'ring clouds brew torrents for the plain \ 



THE HIGHLANDER. 73 

At length the blufVririg fouth begins to roar, 
And heav'n defcends impetuous in a fhow'r y 
The bubbling floods foam down the hill, and fpread 
A fwimming deluge on the fubje£t mead. 

" Thus Rynold formed on the mountain's brow, 
And headlong rufh'd into the vale below, 
While on the banks of Tay terrific fhine 
The fteel-clad foe, and flretch the hoftile lineo 
They form a wall along the flowing flood, 
And awful gleam their arms, an iron wood. 
We fhout and rufh upon the hoftilc throng : 
The echoing fields with iron clangour rung. 
Firm ftood the foe, nor made they flight their care, 
But hand to hand returned the equal war : 
Man clofe to man, and fhield conjoin'd to fhield, 
They with the liable phalanx keep the field. 
With pointed fpear I mark'd the flouteft foe, 
And Heav'n dire&ed home the happy blow : 
He tumbles backward to the groaning flood : 
Tay circles round, and mingles with his blood. 
My kindred youth their ufeful weapons wield, 
Fomenting the confufion of the field. 
Dane fell on Dane, and man transfix'd his man. 
Till bloody torrents fmoak'd along the plain. 



74 THE. HIGHLANDER- 

At length they fly along the banks of Tay \ 
Their guilty leader points th' inglorious way- 
Eager we follow. Still the foe with art 
Wound as they fly, and {hoot th' inverted dart. 
Rynold is wounded. Still he urg'd the foe ; 
While down his limbs the crimfon torrents flow : 
With eager voice he ftill foments the ftrife, 
Preferring Albion's liberty to life. 

« An ancient pile uprear'd its rev'rend head, 
And from its lofty feat farvey'd a mead : 
The mould'ring walls confefs'd their beauty paft ; 
A fragment falls with each invading blafi. 
Old arms above the gate time's empire own ; 
The rampant lion moulders in the ftone : 
Tall elms around, an old and fhatter'd band, 
Their naked arms creft, like fentries (land. 

" Within the ruin'd walls their fear inclofe 
The defp'rate fquadrons of the flying foes. 
An ancient plane, whofe leaf-difmantled weight 
Rude winds o'erturn'd, fecures the fliapelefs gate. 
On ev'ry fide my quick array I form, 
Prepar'd at once the muniment to ftorm. 
Miffing my fire, I fly to find the chief, 
And give the wounded all a fon's relief* 



THE HIGHLANDER. 75 

" Far on the plain the wounded warrior creeps, 
And fcarcely moves along his tott'ring fteps ; 
But (till, far as his feeble voice could bear, 
He kindles with his words the diftant war. 
Quick I approach'd. He firft the filence broke \ 
And leaning on his lance the warrior fpoke : n 

< Say, why returns young Alpin from the fight ? 
Purfue the foe, and urge the Danim flight. 
I fink, my fon, I fink into the grave ; 
You cannot me, your country, Alpin, five.' 
" No more he faid. I mournful thus reply, 
CompafTion melting in my filial eye : 
i O fire, the Danes, within yon walls fecur'd, 
Will fhare our pity, or mult feel our fword : 
Of filial duty what his wants require, 
I come to offer for a dying fire.' 

" He thus returns: ' Still good, ftiil gen'rous 
mind ! 
My wants are, Alpin, of no earthly kind : 
The world, the fading world, retires from view •, 
Earth cloys me now, and all it has, but you. 
Go, Alpin, go j within that lofty wood 
A hermit lives, a holy man and good !■ 



7^ THE HIGHLANDER. 

Relieve, my foil, relieve me of my cares, 
And for the dying Rynold raife his pray'rs/ 

" This faid, himfelf the wounded warrior laid 
Within the coolnefs of a birchen fhade : 
Some youths around employ their friendly care, 
And o'er the dying fhed the mournful tear. 
Around the ancient faftnefs guards I fent, 
And to the lofty wood my journey bent. 
Two rifing hills/ whofe brows tall poplars grace, 
With ftretching arms a woody plain embrace j 
Along the tree-fet vale a riv'let flow'd, 
And murmur'd foftly through the uncier-wood ; 
Along their purling ftream myfteps I'bear, 
And feek the lonely manfions of the feer. 
Irreg'lar files of tow'ring elms embrace, 
In their calm bofom, an enamel'd fpace. 
Full at the end a rock, with fable arms 
Stretch'u o'er a mofs-grown cave, a grotto forms* 
A filver-ftream, clear iffuing from the ftoncs, 
In winding mazes through the meadow runs ; 
Depending flow'rs their vary'd colours bind, 
Hang o'er the entrance, and defend the wind. 
On a green bank the holy feer is laid, 
Where weaving branches cloud the checjuer'd fhade 5 



THE HIGHLANDER. 77 

In folemn thought his hoary head's inclin'd, 
And his white locks wave in the fanning wind. 
" With rev'rend fteps approaching, I began : 
« O bleft with all that dignifies the man ! 
Who, far from life, and all its noify care, 
Enjoy'ft the aim of all that wander there : 
Let, holy father, thy propitious aid 
Guide dying Rynold through the deathful fhade/- 

" I faid : the prophet heav'nward lifts his eyes, 
Long fix'd in folemn thought, and thus replies : 
1 Vain mortals ! worms of earth ! how can ye dare 
"To deem your deeds not Providence's care ? 
Heav'n looks on all below with equal eye ; 
They long efcape, but yet the wicked die. 
With diftant time, O youth ! my foul's impreft $ 
Futurity is lab'ring in my breaft : 
Thy blood, which rolling down from Fergus came 5 
PaiTes through time, a pure untainted ftream. 
Albion (hall in her priftine glory ihine, 
And, blefs'd herfelf, blefs the Fergufian line. 
« But, ah ! I fee grim treafon rear its head, 
Pale Albion trembling, and her monarch dead^ 
The tyrant wield his fceptre 'fmear'd with blood- — - 
O bafe return ! but ftill great Heav'n is good 3 
G 3 



*j 8 THE HIGHLANDER- 

He falls, he falls 5 fee how the tyrant lies ! 
And Scotland brightens up her weeping eyes : 
The banim'd race again refume their own, 
Nor Syria boafts her royal faint alone. 
Its gloomy front the low'ring feafon clears, 
And gently rolls a happy round of years. 

c Again I fee contending chiefs come on, 
And, as they ftrive to mount, they tear the throne 1 
To civil arms the horrid trumpet calls, 
And Caledonia by her children falls. 
The ftorm fubfides to the calm flood of peace ; 
The throne returns to Fergus' ancient race. 
Glad Caledonia owns their lawful fway \ 
Happy in them, in her unhappy they ! 
See each inwrapp'd untimely in his fhroud, 
For ever fleeping in his gen'rous blood i 
Who on thy mournful tomb refrains the tear ? 
O regal charms, unfortunately fair ! 
Park Faction grafps her in his fable arms, 
And crufhes down to death her ftruggling charms : 
The rofe, in all its gaudy liv'ry dreft, 
Thus faintly ftruggles with the bluft'ring weft. 

* Why mention him in whom th' eternal fate? 
Shall, bind in peace the long-difcording ftates ?■■ 



THE HIGHLANDER. 79 

See Scot and Saxon, coalefc'd in one, 
Support the glory of the common crown. 
Britain no more (hall fhake with native dorms. 
But o'er the trembling nations lift her arms/ 

* He fpoke, and in the cave inclos'd his age : 
In wonder loft, I leave the hermitage, 
Meafure with thoughtful fteps my backward way, 
While to the womb of night retires the day. 
Pale doubtful twilight broods along the ground j 
The foreft nods its deeping head around. 

44 Before my eyes a ghaftly vifion ftood ; 
A mangled man, his bofom ftain'd with blood ! 
Silent and fad the phantom ftood confeft, 
And fhew'd the dreaming flood-gates of his bread. 
Then pointing to the dome his tardy hand, 
Thither his eyes my filent way command. 
He hands my fword, emits a feeble groan, 
And weakly fays, * Revenge me, O my fon !' 
I to reply — he hifs'd his way along, 
As breezes fing through reeds their fhrilly fong. 
I ftood aghaft, then wing'd me to obey ; 
Acrofs the field I fweep my hafty way. 
The men I arm •, the firm barrier we ply, 
And thofe who dare difpute the paffage die, 



80 THE HIGHLANDER. 

With dying groans the lonely walls refound : 

I on the guilty leader deal a wound ; 

Through his bright helm the fword its journey takes-; 

He falls, and thus with dying accents fpeaks : 

€ Juft Heav'n ! in vain the wicked Ihun thy pow'r ; 
Though late thy vengeance, yet the blow is fure. 
This earth receiv'd the blood from off my hands y 
A juft return, my own, my own demands ! 
In night's dead hour, when all but treafon flept, 
With ruffian bands, a bloody train, I crept, 
'Twas here, 'twas here, oh ! long-deferved death ! 
'Twas here the godlike man refign'd his breath : 
The fleeping fam'ly we with blood furprife, 
And fend the palace flaming to the ikies. 
I fled, but fled, alas ! purfu'd by fate :'. 
'Tis now I find that I have finn'd too late 

Malcolm ! O my king ! before my eyes 
He ftarids confefs'd 5— accurs'd Dovalus dies.' 

" His guilty foul in thefe dire accents fled ' r 

1 left with hafty fteps the filent dead. 
Beneath the birch my aged fire I found, 

His life was ebbing through the purple wcundc 
On me the aged fenior lifts his eyes, 
And mixes feeble accents with his fighs : 



THE HIGHLANDER. 8 I 

t Al?in, the commerce of this world I leave ; 
Convey my reliques to my father's grave. 
Ten friendly youths the homely rites ihall pay ; 
Lead thou the reft, my Alpin, to the fray : 
Denmark invades : this was a pilfring band, 
Who fpread divided terror o'er the land.' 

" He faid : a qualm fucceeds ; tears fill my eyes, 
And woe fecurely fhuts the gates of voice ; 
Silent and fad I hang the dying o'er, 
And with warm tears intenerate his gore. 

" The chief refumes : ■ My brave, my only 
fon! 
Yes, Alpin, I may call thee all my cwn j 
I (hall not veil a fecret in my death ; 
Take then this ftory of my lateft breath : 
The twentieth feafon liv'ries o'er the year, 
Since on the Severn's banks I met the war •, 
In private feud, againft a Saxon lord, 
The great Dumbar had rais'd his kindred fword : 
I on the foe my bow auxiiiar bend, 
And join afar our farn iy's ancient friend : 
Returning thence, I next the Tay divide, 
That very night the great king Malcolm dy'i 



82 THE HIGHLANDER. 

My clan in arms might then preferve their king > 
But fate withftood ; along in arms we ring. 
An infant's cries, at diftance, took my ear, 
I went, found thee a helplefs orphan there. 5 

The king, who long infix'd in dumb furprife, 
Run o'er the fpeaking youth with fearehing eyes. 
Here ftopt him fnort, his arms around him flung, 
And filent on th' aftonifh'd warrior hung •, 
My fon, my fon, at laft, perplex'd, he cries, 
My Duffus ! tears hung in his joyful eyes : 
The crouding tide of joy his words fupprefs'd y 
He clafps the youth, in filence, to his breaft. 
Th' aftonifh'd chiefs, congeal'd in dumb amaze, 
Stiffen'd to filence, on each other gaze. 
Sudden their cheeks are vary'd with furprife, 
And glad diforder darted from their eyes. 

As when before the f wains, with inftant found, 
The forky bolt defcending tears the ground \ 
They (land •, with ftupid gaze each other eye : 
So flood the chiefs opprefa'd with fudden joy. 

At length, relax'd from fetters of furprife, 
w Welcome, brave youth!" the fcepter'd fenior 
cries, 



THE HIGHLANDER. 83 

« Welcome to honours juftly thine alone, 
Triumphant mount, though late, thy fathers 

throne. 
To thee with joy the fceptre I refign, 
And waft the kingdom to the coming line." 

He faid : and thus the youth : " I only know 
To fhoot the fpear, and bend the ftubborn bow •, 
Unfkill'd to ftretch o'er nations my command, 
Or in the fcales of judgement poife a land. 
Wield ft ill the fceptre which with grace you wear, 
And guide with fteadier hand the regal car ; 
While, looking up to thee, as I obey, 
I firft tranferibe my future rules of fway ; 
Till late enjoy the throne which you bequeath, 
And only date dominion from thy death." 

Refolv'd he fpoke : burfts of applaufe around 
Break on the chiefs : with joy the halls refound. 
As when fome valiant youth returns from far, 
And leaves the fields of death, and finifh'd war ; 
Whom time and honeft fears another made, 
And friendly hope long plac'd among the dead ; 
At firft his fire looks with indifference on, 
But fbon he knows, and hangs upon his fon : 



84 THE HIGHLANDER. 

So all the chiefs the royal youth embrace ; 
While joys, tumultuous, rend the lofty place. 

While thus the king and noble chiefs rejoice* 
Harmonious bards exalt the tuneful voice : 
A fele£t band by Indulph's bounty fed, 
To keep in fong the mem'ry of the dead ! 
They handed down the ancient rounds of time, 
In oral dory and recorded rhyme. 

The vocal quire in tuneful concert fings 
Exploits of heroes, and of ancient kings : 
How fir ft in Fergus Caledonia rofe •, 
What hofts (he conquer'd, and repell'd what 

foes. 
Through time in reg'lar feries they decline, 
And touch each name of the Fergufian line ; 
Great Caractacus, Fergus' awful fword ; 
That bravely loft his country, this reftor'd : 
Hibernia's fpoils, Gregorius' martial fire ; 
The ftern avenger of his murder'd fire : 
Beneath his fword, as yet, whole armies groan, 
And a whole nation paid the blood of one. 
At length defcend the rough impetuous ftrains 
To valiant Duffus, and the flaughter'd Danes : 



THE HIGHLANDER. 8j 

The battle lives in verfe ; in fong they wound j 
And fallen fquadrons thunder on the ground. 
Thus in the drain the bards impetuous roll, 
And quaff the gen'rous fpirit of the bowl, 
At length from the elab'rate fong refpire ; 
The chiefs remove, and all to reft retire# 



END OF CANTO FIFTH. 



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THE 



HIGHLANDER: 
A POEM. 



CANTO VI. 

NOW in the blufhing eaft the morn arofe ; 
Its lofty head in grey the palace fhows. 
Within, the king and valiant chiefs prepare 
To urge the chace, and wage the mountain-war. 
The bufy menials through the palace go 5 
Some whet the fhaft, and others try the bow ; 
This view'd the toils-, that taught the horn to 

found ; 
Another animates the fprightly hound. 

For the fleet chace the fair Culena arms, 
And from the gloom of forrow 'wakes her charms : 



THE HIGHLANDER. 87 

The hero's royal birth had reach'd her ear, 
And fprightly hope affum'd the throne of care. 
Around her flender v/aift the cin£ture Hides ; 
Her mantle flows behind in crimfon tides. 
Bright rings of gold her braided ringlets bind ; 
The rattling quiver, laden, hangs behind. 
She feiz'd, with fnowy hand, the poliuYd bow, 
And movM before, majeflically flow. 
The chiefs behind advance their fable forms, 
And with dark contrail: heighten all her charms. 

Thus, on expanded plains of heav'nly blue, 
Thick-gather'd clouds the queen of night purfue; 
And as they crowd behind their fable lines, 
The virgin-light with double luftre fhines. 

The maid her glowing charms thus onward bears ; : 
His manly height afide young Duffus rears. 
Her beauty he, his manhood fhe admires ; 
Both mov'd along, and fed their filent fires. 

The hunters to the lofty mountains came : 
Their eager breafts anticipate the game : 
The fore ft they divide, and found the horn ; 
The gen'rous hounds within their bondage burn, > 
Struggle for freedom, long to flretch away, 
And in the breeze already find the prey. 
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88 THE HIGHLANDER. 

At the approaching noife the ftarting deer 
Croud on the heath, and ftretch away in fear, 
Wave, as they fpring, their branchy heads on high, 
Skim o'er the wild, and leave the aching eye. 
The eager hounds, unchain'd, devour the heath j 
They (hoot along, and pant a living death : 
Gaining upon their journey, as they dart, 
Each from the herd fele£ts a flying hart. 
Some urg'd the bounding flag a difFrent way, 
And hung with open mouth upon die prey : 
Now they traverfe the heath, and now aflail 
The rifing hill, now fkim along the vale : 
Now they appear, now leave the aching eyes ; 
The mailer follows with exulting cries, 
Fits, as he flies, the arrow to the firing ; 
Thq reft within the rattling quiver ring : 
He, as they fhoot the lofty mountains o'er, 
Purfues in thought, and fends his foul before. 
Thus they with fupple joints the chafe purfue, 
Rife on the hills, and vanifh on the brow. 

On the blue heav'ns arofe a night of clouds •> 
The radiant lord of day his glory fhrouds : 
The rufhing whirlwind fpeaks with growling breath, 
Roars through the hill, and fcours along the heath j 



THE HIGHLANDER. 89; 

Deep rolling thunder, rumbling from afar, 
Proclaims with murm'ring voice th' aerial war : 
Fleet lightnings flafh in awful ftreams of light, 
Dart through the gloom, and vanifh from the fight ; 
The bluft'ring winds through heav'ns black concave 

found, 
Rain batters earth, and fmokes along the ground. 
Down the fteep hill the rufhing. torrents run, 
And cleave with headlong rage their journey on ; 
The lofty mountains echo to the fall ; 
A muddy deluge ftagnates on the vale. 

Culena mov'd along the level ground ; 
A hart defcends before the op'ning hound : 
From the recoiling chord fhe twang'd the dart, 
And pierc'd the living vigour of the hart : 
He ftarts, he fprings ; but falling as he flies, 
Pours out his tim'rous foul with weeping eyes. 
As o'er the dying prey the huntrefs figh'd, 
Before the wind heav'n pours a fable tide, 
And low'ring threats a ftorm : a rocky cave, 
Where monks fucceffive hew'd their houfe and grave,, , 
Invites into its calm recefs the fair : 
The rev'rend father breath'd abroad his pray'r, 
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9° THE HIGHLANDER, 

The valiant Duffus comes with panting breathy 
Faces the ftorm, and ftalks acrofs the heath. 
His fleeky hounds, a faithful tribe, before, 
Are bath'd with blood, and vary'd o'er with gore. 
Drench'd with the rain, the noble youth defcends, 
And in the cave, the growling ftorm defends. 
Amaz'd, aftonifh'd, fix'd in dumb furprife, 
The lovers flood, but fpoke with filent eyes : 
At length the diftant colloquy they rear, 
Run o'er the chace, the mountain, and the deer. 
Far from the foul th' evafive tongue departs, 
Their eyes are only faithful to their hearts, 
The winding volumes of difcourfe return 
To hoftile fields by gallant Duffus fhorn. 
Th' imperial maid muft hear it o'er 2gain, 
How fell Dovalus was by Duffus flain, 
How by the fon the father's murd'rer fell. 
The kindling virgin flames along the tale. 
She turns, (he quakes, and from her bofom fighs, 
And all her foul comes melting in her eyes. 
Flames, not unequal, all the youth poffefs, 
He, for the firft, hears willingly his praife. 
Praife, harfhly heard from warriors, kings, and lords, 
Came down ia balm on fair Culena's words. 



THE HIGHLANDER. 9I 

The royal pair thus fed the mutual fire, 
Now fpeak, now paufe, when both alike admire. 
He longs to vent the pafhon of his foul, 
And fhe the tempefts in her bofom roll. 
Now he begun, but fhame his voice oppreft ; 
Loth to offend, his eyes mult tell the reft. 
At length, upon the headlong paffion borne, 
He fpoke his love, and had a kind return ; 
She figh'd, fhe own'd, and bent her modeft eyes, 
V\ bile blu thing rofes on her cheeks arife. 
Thus on the vale the poppy's blufhing head, 
Brim-full of fummer-fhow'rs, to earth is weigh'd, 
Fsnn'd with the rifing breeze, it flow inclines, 
While o'er the mead the rofy luftre fhines. 

Indulfh into his cave the hermit led, 
Found erring through the .mountain's ftormy head, 
Culena, ftarting as the king appears, 
Looks ev'ry way, and trembles as (he fears } 
On her mild face the modeil blufhes rife, 
And fair diforder darted from her eyes. 
The parent-king obferv'd the virgin whole, 
And read the harmlefs feoret in her foul. 
A while the maze of calm difcourfe they wind j 
At length the king unveils his royal mind. 



$2 THE HIGHLANDER* 

, « Warded from Albion's head, the ftorm is o'er -, 
Her prince is found, her foes ate now no more : 
Through time 'tis ours her happinefs to trace, 
? Tis ours to bind the future bands of peace. 
Pofterity for Albion's crown may fight, 
And couch ambition in the name of right, 
With fpecious titles urge the civil war, 
And to a crown their guilty journey tear : 
I end thefe fears : the flreams fliall run in one, 
Nor ftruggling kindred ftrive to mount the throne. 
I (hield my daughter with young Duffus' arms, 
And blefs the warrior with Culena's charms." 

Thus faid the king. Their willing hands they 
join, 
The rev'rend priefl runs o'er the rites divine. 
The folemn ceremony clos'd with pray'r, 
And Duffus call'd his own the royal fair. 
The ftorm is ceas'd -, the clouds together fly, 
And clear at once the azure fields of fky ; 
The mid-day fun pours down his fultry flame, . 
And the wet heath waves glifl'ring in the beam. 

The hunter-chiefs appear upon the brow, 
Fall down the hill, and join the king below $ ... 



THE HIGHLANDER. 93 

Slow through the narrow vale their fteps they bear, 

Behind advance the fpoils of fylvan war. 

Far on a head-land point condens'd they flood, 

And threw their eyes o'er ocean's fable flood ; 

Tall (hips advance afar ; their canvas-fails 

In their fwoll'n bofom gather all the gales *, 

Floating along the fable back of fea, 

Before the wind they cut their fpumy way, 

Bend in their courfe, majeftically flow, 

And to the land their lazy journey plow. 

Thus fpungy clouds on heav'n's blue vault arife, 
And float, before the wind, along the Ikies j 
Their wings oppos'd to the illuftrious fun, 
Shine, as they move, majeftically on. 
Thus godlike Harold brought his floating aid, 
Unknowing Sueno's number'd with the dead \ 
From Anglia's confts he calPd his troops afar, 
To aid his brother in the foreign war. 
Arriv'd, he in the wave the anchor throws, 
Attempts to land \ and Albion's chiefs oppofe, 
Wave on the fatal fhore the pointed fpear, 
And fend the arrow whizzing through the air. 

The Danes return the flying death afar, 
And, as they crowd away, maintain the war. 



94 THE HIGHLANDER. 

An arrow tore through air its murm'ring path, 
Fell on the king, and weigh'd him down to death : 
Quick from the wound the blood tumultous 

fprung, 
And o'er the fond the reeking weapon flung j 
Prone on the ftrand, an awful trunk he lies, 
While fleep eternal fteals upon his eyes. 
The mournful chiefs around the dying flood, 
Some raife the body, others ftem the blood : 
In vain their care \ the foul for ever fled, 
And fate had number'd Indulph with the dead, 

Culena, whom young Duffus £et apart, 
With a green bank fecur'd the hoftile dart. 
Her father's fate aflail'd her tender ear, 
She beat her fnowy bread, and tore her hair : 
Frantic along the fand fhe run, (he flew, 
And on the corfe diftrefsful beauty threw : 
She calPd her father's (hade with filial cries, 
And all the daughter ftreaming from her eyes. 
Bent on revenge the furious Duffus ftrode, 
And ey'd with angry look the fable flood. 
A Ihip, which near had took its nodding ftand, 
Fix'd with the pitchy haulfer to the ftrand, 



THE HIGHLANDER. 95 

Remains of Sueno's fleet, the hero view'd, 
And to the mournful warriors fpoke aloud ; 
" Let thefe whofe actions are enchain'd by years 
Honour the mighty dead with friendly tears ; 
While we of youth, defcending to the main, 
Exadk feveie atonement of the Dane." 

He thus •, and rufhing through the billowy roars, 
With brawny arms his rapid journey oars, 
Divides with rolling cheft the ridgy fea, 
Lafliing the bubbling liquid in his way. 

The boat he feiz'd, and, meas'ring back the deep 3 
Wafted his brave companions to the (hip ; 
The haulfer broke, unfuri'd the fwelling fail, 
And caught the vig'rous fpirit of the gale : 
Before the fable prow the ocean parts, 
And groans beneath the veflel as it darts. 

Now on the foe the Scottifh warriors gain, 
Swells on th' approaching eye the floating Dane. 
Fierce Ulric's fkill brought up the lazy rear, 
Fam'd in the fields of main to urge the war. 
Twice feven years, in bafe purfuit of gain, 
He plow'd the waves, the common foe of men ; 
At laft to Harold aiding arms he join'd, 
Grafping the fpoil with avaricious mind. 



9*5 ' N THE HIGHLANDER. 

At firft he fhoots the leaping fhaft afar, 
And manages with fkill the diftant war. 
The chiefs of Albion, with collected might, 
Bear on the foe, and clofe the naval fight. 
Deck join'd to deck, and man engag'd with man, 
Sword fpoke with fword, and Scot transfix'd his 

Dane. 
The fmoaking oak is cover'd o'er with gore, 
Till the whole pirate-crew are now no more. 
The empty hull from wave to wave is toft, 
Nods as it floats, the fport of ev'ry blaft. 

The Caledonian chiefs again purfue : 
The Scandinavian fleet o'er ocean flew. 
T' elude the foe, the Danes fly difPrent ways, 
And cut with fep'rate prows the hoary feas. 
Some bear to fea, fome rufli upon the land, 
And fly amain on earth, a trembling band. 

As, in purfuit of doves, on rapid wings 
The darting hawk through air his journey fings, 
But when the parting flock divides the iky, 
Hovers, in doubt this way or that to fly : 
So undetermin'd long young Duffus flood ; 
At length he figh'd, and thus began aloud : 



THE HIGHLANDER. 97 

« While thus, O chiefs, we urge the flymg Dane, 
Unmoum'd, unhonour'd, lies the mighty flain. 
'Tis ours to grace with woe great Indulph's bier, 
And o'er his fallen virtue fhed the tear." 

The warrior fpoke : the Caledonians figh'J, 
And with returning prcw the waves divide/ 
With fwelling fail bring on the fatal fhore, 
Where o'er the dead the aged chiefs deplore. 
The warriors bear their monarch as they com£. 
In fad proceflion to the filent tomb, 
Forfake with lazy fteps the founding main, 
And move a fad and lamentable train. 

Behind the dead the tuneful bards appear, 
And mingle with their elegies the tear ; 
From their fad hearts the mournful numbers flow 
In all the tuneful melody of woe. 

In grief's folemnity Culena leads 
A mournful train of tcar-diftilling maids : 
Above the reft, the beauteous queen appears, 
And heightens all her beauties with her tears. 

Now in the tomb the godlike Indulph laid, 
Shar'd the dark couch with the illuftrious dead ; 
All o'er his grave the mournful warriors figh, 
And give his duft the tribute of the eye. 

i 



$8 THE HIGHLANDER. 

Removing, as the night inwrapt the Iky, 
They fhare the nuptial feaft with folemn joy* 
The royal Duffus, with a hufband's care, 
Sooth'd in his martial arms the forrowing fair, 
O'er Albion's rocks exerted his command, 
And ftretch'd his fceptre o'er a willing land. 



END OF THE HIGHLANDER. 



MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. 



MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. 

FRAGMENT OF A NORTHERN TALE. 
TRANSLATED FROM THE NORSE. 

WHere fair-hair'd Harold o'er Scandinia 
reign'd, 
And held with juftice, what his valour gain'd, 
Sevo, in fnow, his rugged forehead rears, 
And o'er the warfare of his ftorms appears 
Abrupt and vaft. White wandering down his Gd<: 
A thoufand torrents, gleaming as they glide, 
Unite below ; and pouring through the plain, 
Hurry the troubled Torno to the main. 

Grey, on the bank, remote from human kind., 
By aged pines, half-ihelter'd from the wind, 
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I.C2 FRAGMENT OF A NORTHERN TALE, 

A Aomely manfion role, of antique form, 

for ages batter'd by the polar ftonrn 

To this fierce Sigurd fled, from Norway's lord, 

When fortune fettled on the warrior's fword, 

In that rude field, where Suecia's chiefs were fhin, 

Or forc'd to wander e'er the Bothnia main. 

Dark was his life, yet undifturb'd with woes j 

But when the memory of defeat arofe, 

His proud heart ftruck his fide j he grafp'd the 

fpear, 
And wounded Harold in the vacant air. 
One daughter only, but of form divine, 
The laft fair beam of the departing line, 
Remain'd of Sigurd's race. His warlike fon 
Fell in the (hock which overturn'd the throne. 
Nor defolate the houfe : Fxonia's charms 
Suftain'd the glory which they loft in arms. 
White was her arm, as Sevo's lefty fnow, 
Her boiom fairer than the waves below, 
When heaving to the winds \ her radiant eyes 
Like two bright fears, exulting, astheyrife, 
O'er the dark tumult of a ftormy night, 
And gladd'ning heav'n with their majeftic light 



FRAGMENT OF A NORTHERN TALE! 103 

In nought is Odin to the maid unkind : 
Her form fcarce equals her exalted mind ; 
Awe leads her facred fleps where'er they .move, 
And mankind worfhip, where they dare not love, 
But mix'd with foftnefs was the virgin's pride ; 
Her heart had feeling, which her e^es deny'd. 
Her bright tears ftarted at another's woes, 
While tranfient darknefs on her foul arofe. 

The chafe (he lov'd ; when morn, with doubtful 
beam 
Came dimly wand'ring o'er the Bothnic ftream, 
On Sevo's founding fides, {he bent the bow, 
And rous'd his forefts to his head of fnow. 
Nor mov'd the maid alone j &c. 



THE EARL MAR1SCH4VS WELCOME TO Htt 
NATIVE COUNTRT. 

AN ODE, 
ATTEMPTED IN THE MANNER OF PINDAR. 



* HPWas when the f ull-ear'd harveft bow'd 

Beneath the merry reaper's hand ; 
When here the plenteous fheafs were ftrew'd, 

And there the corns nod o'er the land ; 
When on each fide the loaden'd ground, 
Breathing her ripen'd fcents, the jovial feafon crown'd j 
The villagers, all on the green, 

Th* arrival of their lord attend •, 
The blythfome fhepherds hafte to join, 

And whiftling from the hills defcend \ 
Nor orphan no lone widow mourns ; 

Ev'n hopelefs lovers lofe their pains > 



tilt EAAL MARlSCHAl/S WELCOME, &C. Wj 

To-day their banifh'd lord returns, 

Once more to blefs his native plains. 
Each hoary fire, with gladden'd face, 

Repeats fome ancient tale, 
How he with Tyrcis, at the chace, 

Hy'd o'er the hill and dale : ' 
Their hoary heads with rapture glow, 

While each to each repeats, 
How well he knew where to bellow, 
Was to oppreffion Hill a foe - 9 
Still mixing with their praife his youthful feats. 

Then from the grafs Melanthus rofe, 

The arbitrator of the plains, 
And filent all flood fix'd to hear 
The Tityrus of Mernia's fwains ; 
For with the Muse's fire his bofom glow'd, 
And ealy from his lips the numbers flow'd, 

%i Now the winYd-for day is come, 
Our lord reviews his native home ; 
Now clear and ftrong ideas rife, 
And wrap my foul in extafies : 



to6 THE EARL MARISCHAL's WELCOME 

Methinks I fee that ruddy morn, 
When, waken'd by the hunter's horn, 
I rofe, and, by yon mountain's fide, 
Saw Tyrcis and Achates ride ; 
While, floating by yon craggy brow, 
The flowly-fcatt'ring mift withdrew $ 
I faw the roe-buck crofs yon plain, 
Yon heathy deep I faw him gain j 
The hunters ftill fly o'er the ground, 
Their fhouts the diftant hills refound ; 
Dunnotyr's tow'rs refound the peal 
That echoes o'er the hill and dale. 
At length, what time the ploughman leads 
Home from the field his weary fteeds, 
At yon old tree the roe-buck fell : 
The huntfmen's jocund mingled fliouts his downfS 
tell. 

The mem'ry of thofe happy days 
Still in my breaft muft tranfport raife j 
Thofe happy days, when oft were feen 
The Brothers marching o'er the grec% 
With dog and gun, while yet the night 
Was blended with the dawning light* 



TO HIS NATIVE COUNTRY. IC? 

When firft the fheep begin to bleat, 
And th' early kine rife from their dewy feat." 

Thus as he fpoke, each youthful breaft 

Glows with wild extafies ; 
In each eye rapture ftands confeft, 
Each thinks he flies along the mead, 
And manages the fiery fteed, 
And hears the beagles' cries. 

The fage Melanthus now again 
Stretch'd forth his hand, and thus refum'd the (train , 

«• Now my youthful heat returns, 
My breaft with youthful vigour burns : 
Methinks I fee that glorious day, 

When, to hunt the fallow-deer, 
Three thoufand march'd in grand array ; 

Three thoufand march'd with bow and fpear ? 
All in the light and healthy drefs 
Our brave forefathers wore, 
In Kenneth's wars, and Brucje's days, 
And when the Romans fled their dreadful wrath o£ 
yore. 



f©8 THE EARL MA&ISCHAL'S WELCOME 

O'er ev'ry hill, o'er ev'ry dale, 

All by the winding banks of T ay, 

Refounds the hunter's chearful peal, 
Their armour glitt'ring to the day." 

Big with his joys of youth the old man flood 5 
Dunnotyr's ruin'd tow'rs then caught his eye 5 

He ftopp'd, and hung his head in penfive mood, 
And from his bofom burft th' unbidden figh, 
Then turning, with a warrior look, 

Shaking his hoary curls, the old man fpoke : 

" Virtue, O Fortune ! fcorns thy pow'r, 
Thou can'ft not bind her for an hour ; 

Virtue fhall ever mine ; 
And endlefs praife, her glorious dow'r, 

Shall blefs her fons divine. 
The kings of th' earth, with open arms* 

Th' illuftrious Exiles hail : 
See warlike Cyrus, great and wife, 
Demand, and follow their advice, 

And all his breaft unveil. 

See, pouring from their hills of fnow. 
Nations of favages in arms ! 



TO HIS NATIVE COUNTRY. IC9 

A defert lies where'er they go, 
Before them march pale Terror and Alarms. 
The Princes of the South prepare 
Their thoufand thoufands for the war ; 
Againft thee, Cyrus, they combine $ 
The North and South their forces join, 

To crufh thee in the duft : 
But thou art fafe ; Achates draws 
His fword with thine, and backs thy caufe ; 
Yes, thou art doubly fafe, thy caufe is juft. 

With dread the Turks have oft beheld 
His fword wide waving o'er the field ; 
As oft thefe fons of carnage fled 
O'er mountains of their kindred dead. 

When all the fury of the fight 

With wrath redoubled rag'd ; 
When man to man, with giant-might, 

For all that's dear engag'd j 
When all was thunder, fmoke, and fire ; 
When from their native rocks the frighted fprings 
retire ; 

K 



HO THE EARL MARISCHAL's WELCOME 

Twas then, through ftreams of fmoke and blood, 

Achates mounts the city-wali : 
Though wounded, like a god he flood, 
And at his feet the foes fubmiflive fall. 

Brave are the Goths, and fierce in fight, 
Yet thefe he gave to rout and flight ; 
Proud when they were of vi&ory, 
He rufh'd on like a ftorm ; difpers'd and weak they fly. 
Thus, from the Grampians old, 

A torrent, deep and ftrong, 
Down rufhes on the fold, 
And fweeps the fhepherd and the flock along. 

When, through an aged wood, 

The thunder roars amain, 
His paths with oaks are ftrew'd, 
And ruin marks the plain : 
So many a German field can tell, 
How in his path the mighty heroes fell. 

When, with their num'rous dogs, the fwains 

Surprife the aged lion's den, 
Th' old warrior ruflies to the charge^ 

And fcorns the rage of dogs and men ; 



TO HIS NATIVE COUNTRY. Ill 

His whelps he guards on ev'ry fide ; 
Safe they retreat. What though a mortal dart 
Stands trembling in his breaft, his dauntlefs heart 
Glows with a victor's pride. 

So the old lion, brave Achates, fought, 
And miracles of prowefs wrought ; 
With a few piquets bore the force 
Of eighty thoufand, ftopp'd their courfe, 

Till off his friends had march'd, and all was well. 
Ev'n he himfelf could ne'er do more, 
Fate had no greater deed in ftore ; 

When all his hoft was fafe, the godlike Hero fell.'* 

Thus as he fpoke, each hoary fire 

Fights o'er again his ancient wars ; 
Each youth burns with a hero's fire, 
And triumphs in his future fears ; 
O'er bloody fields each thinks he rides, 
The thunder of the battle guides ; 
(Beneath his lifted arm, ftruck pale, 

The, foes for mercy cry) ; 
And hears applauding legions hail 
Him with the fhouts of victory. 
K 2 



TO THE MEMORY 



OF 



AN OFFICER KILLED BEFORE QUEBEC 



A H me ! what forrow are we born to bear i 
•*■ ^ How many caufes claim the falling tear ! 
In one fad tenor life's dark current flows, 
And ev'ry moment has its load of woes : 
In vain we toil for vifionary eafe, 
Or hope for bleffings in the vale of peace ; 
Coy happinefs ne'er blefles human eyes, 
Or but appears a moment, and (he flies. 

When peace itfelf can feldom dry the tear 3 
"What floods demand the dreary waftes of war ! 
Where undiftinguifh'd ruin reigns o'er all, 
At once the truant and the valiant fall ; 
Where timelefs ihrouds inwrap the great and brave. 
And Daphnis finks into a namelefs grave. 



TO THE MEMORY, &C. 1 13 

Dear haplefs youth, cut off in early bloom, 
A fair, but mangled victim for the tomb ! 
No friendly hand to grace thy fall was near. 
No parent's eye to fhed one pious tear \ 
No favour d maid to clofe thy languid eyes, 
And fend thee mindful of her to the fkies : 
On fome cold bank thy decent limbs were laid \ 
Oh ! honour'd living, but neglected dead ! 

So foon for fake us, dear lamented ihade, 
To mix obfcurely with the namelefs dead ! 
Thus baulk the riling glory of thy name, 
And leave unfinifh'd an increafing fame ! 
Thus fink for ever from a parent's eyes ! 
Wert thou not cruel ? or ye partial, fkies ? 

But what can bound, O thou by ail approv'd ! 
The fad, fad forrows of the friend you lov'd ? 
A friend who doted on thy worth before ! 
A friend who never (hail behold thee more ! 
Who faw combin'd thy manly graces rife, 
To pleafe the mind and blefs the ravihYd eyes - 
A foul replete with all that's great and fair, 
A form which cruel favages might fpare. 
K 3 



H4 to the Memory of ak officer 

If, in the midnight hour, lamented fhade, 
You view the place where thy remains are hid ; 
If pale you hover o'er your fecret grave, 
Or viewlefs flit o'er Hofielegds * wave j 
O f when my troubled foul is funk in reft, 
And peaceful flumbersYooth my anxious breaft, 
To fancy's eyes in all thy bloom appear, 
Once more thy own unfullied image wear ; 
Unfold the fecret s of your world to me, 
Tell what thou art, and what I foon fhall be. 

He comes ! he comes ! but O how chang'd of late? 
How much deforms the leaden hand of fate ! 
Why do I fee that gen'rous bofom gor'd ? 
Why bath'd in blood the vifionary fword ? 
What rudenefs ruffled that diforder'd hair ? 
Why, blamelefs fhade, that mournful afpe£t wear ? 
For fure fuch virtues muft rewarded be, 
And Heav'n itfelf approve of Wolfe and thee. 
Yes, thou art blefs'd above the rolling fphere ; 
Tis for myfelf, not thee, I fhed the tear. 
Where fhall I now fuch blamelefs friendfhip find, 
Thou lad bed comfort of a drooping mind ? 
* The rivex St Lawrence. 



KILLED BEFORE QUEBEC. 115 

To whom the preflures of my foul impart, 
Transfer my forrows, and divide my heart ? 
Remote is he who rui'd my breaft before, 
And he (hall foothe me into peace no more. 

Men born to grief, an unrelenting kind, 
Of breafts difcordant, and of various mind, 
Scarce, 'midft of thoufands, find a fingle friend : 
If Heav'n at length the precious blefling fend, 
A fudden death recalls him from below ; 
A moment's blifs is paid with years of woe. 

What boots the rifing figh ? in vain we weep, 
We too like him anon mud fall afleep , 
Life, and its forrows too, (hall loon be o'er, 
And the heart heave with buriling fighs no more ; 
Death fhed oblivious reft on ev'ry head, 
And one dull filence reign o'er all the dead, 



OS 
T II E D E A T H 

OF 

A YOUNG LADY. 



T Amented {hade ! thy fate demands a tear, 

-*r^ An ofFring due to thy untimely bier ; 

Accept then, early tenant of the fkies, 

The genuine drops that flow from friendfhip's eyes 

Thofe eyes which raptur'd hung on thee before, 

Thofe eyes which never fhall behold thee more : 

So early haft thou to the tomb retir'd, 

And left us mourning what we once admir'd. 

For this did beauty's faireft hand arife 
On all your fhape, and kindle in your eyes ? 
For this did virtue form your infant mind, 
And make thee beft as faireft of thy kind ? 
Did all the pow'rs for this their gifts beftow, 
And only charm us to increafe our woe ? 



ON THE DEATH OF A YOUNG LADT, II? 

A moment blefs us with celeftial day, 
Then envious fnatch the facred beam away ? 
Recall the beauteous prize they lately gave, 
And bid our tears defcend on Anna's grave ? 

How did the mother fee her daughter rife, 
A lovely plant to blefs her aged eyes ! 
How oft in thought her future pleafure trace, 
Appoint her hufband, and enjoy her race ! 
But now no hufband (hall enjoy that bloom, 
Nor offspring rife from the unfruitful tomb. 

An unexpefted gift the virgin came, 
The laft, but faireft of a falling name ; 
A ray to light a father's eve fhe {hone, 
And heal'd the lofs of many a buried fon : 
But foon invading darknefs chas'd away 
The beauteous fetting of a glorious day; 
Soon Heav'n which gave, again refum'd its own •> 
And of his fam'Iy he remains alone. 

His thoughts in her refin'd no more he'll trace, 
Or view his features foften'd in her face ; 
No more in fecret on her beauty gaze, 
Or hide his gladnefs when he hears her praife : 



I 1 8 OS THE DEATH OF A TOUNG LABT. 

Mute is the tongue which pleas'd his foul before, 
And beauty blufhes in that cheek no more. 

Peace, gentle (hade, attend thy balmy refl, 
And earth fit lightly on thy fnowy breafl ; 
Let guardian Srigels gently hover round, 
And downy filence haunt the hallow'd ground : 
There let the Spring its fweeteft ofFspring rear, 
And fad Aurora (hed her earlieft tear. 
Some future maid perhaps, as fhe goes by, 
Shall view the place where her cold reliques lie : 
Folly for once may fadden into care, 
And pride, unconfcious, fhed one generous tear *, 
While this big truth is fwelling in the bread, 
That death nor fpares the faireft nor the beft ;' 
That virtue feels th' unalterable doom, 
And beauty's felf mud moulder in the tomb. 



F INI S. 



j. Pillavs b 5 Sons, 7 
J?ri?iters\ North College Street, J 



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